They slip through the cracks In and out of every pit Until with ease they arrive Where Fools sit... In grotesque embrace; Questioning deafly till They're blue in the face Doubt spins round Desecrating the air And manic eyes blink With glassy-eyed stare; Murky mirrors reflect pale Shadows of mens' minds Mockingly peering down nose As they sweep truths from under toes... They slip through the cracks In and out of every pit Until with ease they arrive Where Fools sit....