The Honorable Fool Poem by Chaarzarul Rockett

Born in a tavern to the King and Queen.
The King on the stage and the Queen on her stool.
No land to care for, no trade to learn,
Expected only to dance and play the court fool.

With women a'plenty and treats of desire
Gambling with empty pockets of shame.
Bearing the weight of negligence
with only myself to blame.

For who is responsible in this house of fun?
There is no tomorrow to behold.
Where is the wisdom of prophets and liars,
when there is no truth to be told?

How shall I bear this burden of guilt?
Not one comprehends my grief.
To be tactful and conservative,
is to be branded a lowly thief.

Where God is just a forgiver of fault
With no sacred plan of his own,
This Kingdom burns it's own temples
and desecrates it's very home.

The castle is full of appetizers
To cleanse away self regret,
And I am just the fool of reason
With no hunger for the table set.