Salieri

Foolish,childlike,great buffoon, lolling there in some saloon while I toss upon my bed seeking rythyms in my head How I pray to see the light one small gift for me tonight will I ever find the key that Mozart seems to have for free? Lack of moral fortitude slovenly,yes,base and rude I would banish such a lout but royalty keeps him about He must write a requiem for himself,a final hymn I'll arrange it and assist when he's gone he won't be missed I'll be there to take his place with love of God and moral grace.