The Beggar's Cup

So is it really true what they say? Handsome minds like sunny days, Born with dollars painted on walls, Knights of night and their pretty dolls. Hands are rusty but the hands are fast To tackle the mourning and aghast They seek the pleasure of apparent fear Plant fake kisses and come so near To make believe the salty sky And conceal the carnal lies Among sparkling words so grand In a maze, you will land... They roll the dice in their pants Followed by the midnight rants, For every joyous coin that clinks, They snatch an eyelash in a blink. Then one day you will wake right up To see the lines on your empty cup Half full it was, the last time The kings robbed the beggar so fine.