Slap!
Many men have walked that isle
To reach other men deemed vile
Who make small of the precious
And deny that tattered is treacherous
In many a court the jester was lauded
The king both loathed and applauded
Nobility walked white feather front, back full of tar
And smiled because night surrounds a star
In how many courts have men seen
Other men turn their lives obscene?
Only quest of men: let it be!
It belongs to someone. It belongs to me.
Yet silent showerless judges sit in their seat
Prepared to sip their drinks, put up up their feet
And watch the reel as it passes and pick the pick
And decide to lay it down thin and thick. That's the vic.
Many men kissed a life they had to embrace...air
Some sense of being, some sense of being somewhere
They look back at Will and Rock and wish their hands had slapped
The mouth that said the word that hurt and handcuff the hands that clapped
But there's no arrest for mouths that speak
Specially if that joke is the entertainment of the week
As some leave the court, others say 'he had it coming'
Truth be told is just lost in the murmur and the humming.