The Despicable
What can I do for you?
There’s this thing that’s new
Well what do you make of it?
I don’t know it’s something sick
The leaves have begun to fall
The trees have been sick and tall
They whither their lifeless manes
Appear lifeless and disdained
My friends, I’ve seen you grow
I’ve smiled my handsome smile
You talked glibly all the while
Soon you bowed a sad goodbye
My children have come to be tall
They remember you quite well
They point to where you once stood
And sigh at the follies of man
I hope to find you some day
Any day but today is fine
I have so much to do you see
I will bid you farewell in time
You can’t walk away
You can’t seem to sway
You don’t seem dismayed
Life has always been this way
We never did quench your thirst
Now we die of the same out-burst
Our clothes are all haggard and tattered
Our eyes sunken with displeasure
My people have started to brawl
They blame each other for your fall
No one seems to notice that
They have an equal share in all
We will come to perish
We will be vanquished
Our virtues were long lost
Our doings are very vast
