The Fule Lord

The follies of fools 
The lord of fools 
The fools that are lords
a leader of the damned 
Insane the minority of minions 
Deplorable and disdained 
Blind in the sight of kings and lords
Jester’s of old orange baboons
In golden flossy glossy wigs
Fleeting hair a top fule lords fake façade
In a flock of tweets and Nitwits
Someone said the one eye 
man is lord of the blind in the land 
of the blind this fool is king
Dressed in nothing but a red tie 
& golden fly away sad toupee
The follies of fools a leader 
of the damned doomed
And unschooled the folly of fools 
the fule lord of one supreme leader to some 
Blind in the sight of kings and lords
Burning Republics building empires, 
finding legions of cults 
a Cult of personality bleeding, pleading
Scheming at the doors of a CLOSED kingdom
tearing apart the fabric of a nation
For the keys to dominion 
Someone once said the one eye man 
is lord of the blind in the land 
of the blind has a fool for a king
Dressed in nothing but Ignorance. 
In golden flossy glossy wigs
Fleeting hair top fule lords FRACTURED façade…

















Dic: fule (dialectal, chiefly Scotland) fool
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