The Lesser of Fools

Of all the fools in this world
you are one of them
Of all those boots that you tear so well
I can wear none of them

So brush that dust
right of your shoes
and save yourself the trouble when
the present's offering you a clue saying
I would never I would never
No I would never mistreat my own
dignity or solar plexus
nor neglect whatever that perplexes
the solitary wanderer
the vagabond existing on the borders
of nowhere
How the city sit solitary
that was full of people
how is she become as a widow?
I do not know

I do not know...

Know I would never mistreat her no
you say that now for all you know
the greatest tool for fools affirms that
I would never I would never
Would you ever let yourself
be filled and drunk on all the bitterness
that consumes of all
the wormwood and the gall
remember Ieremia's affliction and misery
be filled with all the tenderness
the signs of kind affection
and the innocence of the small

How the city sit solitary
that was full of people
How is she become as a widow
I do not...

The Lesser of Fools

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