A Foolish Man

A foolish man can walk down the street
And will dance to the dance of the rich man's beat
Not because it sounds like his own
But because he wishes for the rich man's home.

A fool will stare you dead in the eye
And can make himself believe his own lie
Can coddle your brain with romance and flips,
But will give you nothing but smoke-mirror tricks.

The foolish man can be spotted from afar
By a keen eye and a lucky wishing star
You'll know him by the swagger in his stride
And the size of the bundle he drags behind.

A bundle full of mismatched prizes
He'll value the least of them the highest.
The fool will not carry the weight on his back;
But he will not care to leave his own sack.

The foolish man is he who could claim
To have suffered the most and known the worst pain
But he knows not how to fight like a man,
How to get on his knees and take God's hand.

The foolish man is he who would dare
To build an empire in his own lair
But put all his toys too close to the fire
And complain when that situation turns dire.

You cannot call a Fool by his name
He won't know he and the Fool are the same
You must smile gently and try to ignore
All the many things his expert tongue will implore.

And you mustn't accuse a Fool of his acts
For if you do, he is sure to fight back
The fool does not know he has been seen-through
Smile and wave, and bid him adieu.