The Fools Blues

he took a walk down the road and stumbled on silence
as the lazy brown fox jumped quickly over the fence
gazed a while at the forks in the road
with a whistle and a fumble, to the left he strode

my this boy's gonna get lost
he's walking with a poets ghost
now is there anything left to say
we all know poets are good men who lost their way
but how he continues to go astray

always one to sing never one to pray
he punctures the pages with his righteous dismay
the dumb man who always had something to say
look what he's left behind
tears and despair are all we find

you cant put circles in a rectangular mind
every emotion is worthy of mankind
children never chose their name
you blind men putting big pictures in a tiny frame

here's what we do to such righteous fools
such careless boys and their useless saccules
we'll tie him to a classroom chair
bleed his soul and cut his hair
watch him gasp and crave for sweet air
now every child pay heed beware
this is what will come to be
if you take freedom too literally