Once upon a time in wonderland
A man without a tale found need to hold his tongue with his hand,
Wishing for nothing it was rather sad
For what he needed and what he didn’t want couldn’t make him glad.
His gaping mouth was full of words
Some so chunky and indigestible they made his speech unheard and absurd,
Together with an empty head that was a concern
For how did he ever expect to get his turn if he never learned?
Perhaps his strength was just that very denial
That gave him an asinine temperament that made him accept his fate with a smile,
Perhaps with that crooked reasoning he had perfected a style
That ensured if he ever fell on his head he would have nothing to lose in his profile.
With a personality like a sieve he could hardly contain his composure
Leaking moral fibre and with holes in his soul he severely lacked in reality exposure,
What a Man, what can one say, what a way to draw a cold shoulder
If this man recognized war he would probably not be a very loyal soldier.
Marching handsomely in a direction of his own
Tripping over his own footsteps he hears melodies whenever he is alone,
An un-coddled geezer who’s picked many a bone
Ridiculously young in age, and yet behaving as insanely old as a toad.