Answering The King Of
Fools
By John Kaniecki
There you go singing your sad
song
About God in glory and all
that went wrong
In the middle of the end of
all
You send out your sweet bird
call
The hawks are circling with
the doves
And you’re the one everybody
loves
Lookie here Bob’s got another
rhyme
Trying once more to define
the time
Say in all your searching for
salvation
Have you ever reached you
destination?
Once you held Jesus as savior
and Lord
But you have traded in your
sweet reward
I got treasures in heaven
piling high
I suggest humility sir give
it a good try
I think back to our friend
Woody Guthrie
Singing with Peter Seeger
wild and free
When in living red the truth
was said
And for freedom’s cause blood
was shed
Seems like the world has
taken a great loss
Cause Zimmy looks like you
dropped your cross
Now is not the time to be
lukewarm
These are but the whisks of
the coming storm
You’ve never heard of me you
don’t know my name
But I live in all men’s
hearts just the same
How could you look at this
world of pain
And not understand that God went insane
Hypocrite, do you know the
definition brother?
It’s saying one thing and doing
another
That about includes all but
the Chosen Few
They ain’t on cable t.v. you
know that’s true
If you want to be perfect
give all to the poor
Love your enemy that means no
war
I went to heaven once it was
mighty grand
I saw things that nobody
could understand
He who weeps shall reap joy
in tomorrow
God knows we had an ample
share of sorrow
So I am reaching out you’ll
hear it in your mind
See what I see says the man
who was born blind
I’ve known great hatred but
it made me kind
We’re marching ahead leaving
none behind
Pretty soon some of us are
learning a new song
That’ll happen after
everything goes wrong
By then I’ll be gone to my
home in the sky
Love is the answer I suggest
you give it a try
And don’t lean on Neil he’s a
broken staff
But he’s better than the rest
at least half a laugh
Alas the river is meandering
and flowing slow
Have I said anything you don’t
already know?
Forsake your idols clever
creations of gold
Refuse to obey just don’t do
as you are told
Release the songs you hide in
your black book
It’s time for the Revelation
take a deep look
Our enemy is only found
inside of the mind
The best cure is common
decency and being kind
Truly minstrel of madness be
more forgiving
Some of down here have to
work for a living
I learned to embrace my deep
and dark fears
While stocking the paints on
the shelves of Sears
The prophets are all shot up
with Thorazine
Can you be honest can you
speak to me clean?
What have you heard and what
have you seen?
I not trying to cause a ruckus
or some scene
Now I’m sitting here waiting
for the invitation
Let’s pop the corks on the
bottles of celebration
Round and round
The merry-go-round
In the abundance of words
No truth is found
Once you were young full of
dreams and hopes
Now you sing before the kings
and the popes
Do you do it for money; do
you do it for fame?
Do you have some scapegoat to
cast the blame?
You may be a giant standing
tallest of the tall
But compared to my Jesus you
are nothing at all
Save precious and special in
His wonderful eyes
But we’ve come full circle
and back to your lies
In the future your clever
words will be cliché
Just like every dog seems to
have their day
I could write these words of
indefinite length
My fingers are fresh and my
spirit far from faint
But Bennet needs me to work
and earn my pay
Regardless I said the words
that I happened to say
Don’t be angry with me and
please don’t be sore
You’re an enigma and this
poem a metaphor
If you happened to knock for
entrance on my door
You would just be like those
who came before
But please stay away in your
galaxy of stars
In a world where they sing
and play guitars
I seek not fortune I seek not
a measure of fame
I have no desire for the fire
known as the game
Cause I have come the learn
the flame will burn
You do what you want that is
not my concern
It was not I who wrote these
complex rules
All this is, is Answering The
King Of Fools
