once upon a time
in a distant land
there was no rhyme
to fit the scene
there was a king
who was not royal
he had a thing
its eyes were green
it was a fly
he let it go
and as it went by
he laughed insane
he tried to come down
but alas he failed
till hope came 'round
to poison his veins
there was a fire
he watched through haze
as plots transpired
to win his trust
he sits beside a wishing well
the bucket inside
is filled with rust
the water is dry
with sunken wishes
the reassuring lie
is wearing thin
tired of tears
he sits alone
confronts his fears
as clock hands spin
waiting for the end
of false beginnings
of phony friends
they stab your back
a marvelous red
oh how it bleeds
sword through the head
tread upon a tack
needles shoved in dolls
kicked into corners
mr. know it all
has some questions for you.
Is the grass green
on the other side
or is it just mean
to tell people the truth?