Timothy Birdnow

The Winter Comes

And while the clown just cries and lies
the enemy flies the friendly skies
a crown and robe is his disguise
the ship of state will soon capsize

the bore he moans, eats ice cream cones
the drones above just pick the bones
a chore well done, the Chinese phone
the old man's heart is hard as stone

but the winter has come the leaves have dropped
he now sits dumb, his scheme has popped
stopped by the drum who couldn't be topped
the reconning come, his time at a stop

now in the end has it been worth the cost?
can he defend all the virtues he lost?
his soul did he rend, carelessly tossed
now contend with the Devil, in his book be embossed

Wandering aimless, alone, sad, and lost.

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