This old man and the fool are one
When the west wind blows and the truth’s undone
When my dotage pirouettes the blame
To anyone by any name
Who’ll here my whine.
Stupid is what stupid does
When this straw man clutches childishness
Turns back to dope and stamping feet,
Claims death before deserved defeat
In toothless mime.
Pray still this bleeding heart, this dim
Wit without point - non-paladin
With spite scarred face less missing nose.
Which dullard sowed the fate I chose?
The error mine.