Good Day Sir

Good day sir how do you do?
Well I can see that there's no hair in many places there used to.
So tip your hat and give it a wave.
It's nice to know the chemicals have left you something to save.

What did they say that would lead you astray?
Did they offer you cocaine?
It's a habit I know that you try not to show,
But they keep it growing like Rogaine.

Good night sir are you ready for bed?
But if I tried to tell a story the allegory'd be wasted.
For in your head you've started to lose,
All the meaning of the metaphors a poet would use.

I tried to offer a ride to help you safely inside,
Cause your speech was so staggered.
Now tell me what's your excuse oh how could you confuse
A crucifix for a dagger?

You never mind the things that I've said,
You duck and bend and then pretend that they've gone over your head.
Take these words to say what you need
And then twist and then squeeze till you bleed them of meaning.

So kings and puppeteers will steer the strings to rule the fears that tie you down.
Who wears the crown, who makes you sing?
(And who pours the coffee???)
What's caught a hold of your soul, who grabbed the wheel, who stole control?
Are you matador who took the bull horns, or are you simply dancing on strings?

Good day sir how do you do?
Well I can see that there's no hair in many places there used to.