Four Fold Fool Poem by Hersh SAMOLIN

You're a fool,
You're a fool,
Four times a fool,
You're a fool,
You're a four-fold fool.

There's a man with a face,
On every side of his head.
You could be facing one,
And talking to another instead.
And then his face will flip around,
Back to another again,
So that you don't know who you're talking to;
That's what he wants,

He's a fool, a fool,
Four times a fool,
A foolish looking four-face fool.

There's a thing that all his faces, though,
Don't want you to know,
A thing he's not presenting,
and not letting show.
A thing that is despised,
That his expression denies,
But he can't hide,
It's in his eyes,
He's just a fool.

They're a fool, they're a fool,
They're a bunch of fools,
They're a pack of flipping four fold fools.

When he's one fool he's fun,
And two's a one man show,
And when he's facing three fools,
You'll never get what you know.
But his four fools' faces,
Are a dangerous thing,
That's for sure,
That's what he is,
He's a fool.

He's a fool, what a fool,
A foolish dangerous fool,
A foolish four faced flipping dangerous fool.