The
man afraid to go
He
can't leave his chair
He
knows he will be hooked
Too
many skeletons he can't explain
No
matter what it is said
He
will try to hang on to his role
He
will tell his stories...
Maybe
the country pumpkins believe him
The
city and town folks give up
They
can't stomach what he says
So
many questions of law involved
Unless
he is on his way out of office
The
stage all light up
The
lights sparkling bright with colours
The
man sees the spot lights
He
waves as he walks to the stage
The
silence in the air
The
expectations high in the minds
The
man stands there checking his notes
He
finds he has nothing to say
He
walks out through the back door
Leaving
the noises far behind
He
has nothing to say to the crowd
He
loses his marbles and his honesty
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