Revolution
When jokes are down and jokers are joking
Its the joker who is the one choking
Because never so sad and never so glad
The one laughing is the one who's mad
But the tale I tell and the tale you hear
Are nothing usual to the normal ear
Its about a little boy
Who grew up big and strong
But all his life he'd been a toy
And his lover was always wrong
In the fog where none is clear
The answer lies under near
But you can't see your way
And looking for it you go grey
But when he did he did it well
And found his love in a single cell
But this boy was unlike all
He couldn't make a single call
They often fought
And often Hit
They punched a lot
They never quit
The two boys killed each other
In the blink of an eye
And the pull of a trigger
Made several cry
And brought a grave digger
This poem is copyright 2002 Mouser, to whom comments may be sent.
