The game is changing quickly
The ducks aren’t all in a row
The old ways are gone forever
New ways aren’t going with the flow
The jester has run out of every trick
His time has come and gone
No one’s listening to what he says
We now know every single con
He’s paid for those order takers
There are gorillas in the mist
Some are waiting for one small mistake
That removes him from the list
His time ended many years ago
Everyone knew he was on borrowed time
Happiness bought through greediness
Always has an abrupt ending line
Forty will soon become fifty
And sixty will come knocking fast
Has-beens will be in rocking chairs
Wondering why things didn’t last
The one eyed witch doctor
He sees pretty much every thing
He hears the empty talk
And listens to the parrots sing
So many talking nonsense
So many in the lost and found
So many making up stories
All you hear are whistling sounds
The truth will always win the game
The fakirs are down to lose
The ace always trumps the queen
And someone must
end up being the fool
Copyright ©️ Hans Ebert