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.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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