A Man of Words

A man of words he was, and words he was alone For actions never followed, the words he so condoned And though spoken with eloquence, grandeur, and ample grace His words seemed not matter when the matter came to face He spoke of plans to travel, hitchhike highways and sail the seas Alas his trips were always delayed, claimed he'd catch the next breeze He spoke of flying and diving, and how he'd tamed ferocious beasts But for all his words and phrases, he didn't know west from east A man of words he was, and words he was alone His words hold no true value, and as he talks we groan He claims to have a fortune, but he hasnt spent it yet For he can't make up his mind, which lavishments to get He owns houses all over the states, mansions and farms too But when asked to prove his fortune, he won't show anything to you His words are just that, spoken sounds, letters and vowels Spewed forth from somewhere within, his compulsively lying bowels He was a man of words, but a man of words he is no more For someone figured out the truth, and dropped him overboard offshore