RINGMASTER The ship of state is all at sea The King confused 'Tis hard enough to place one foot before the last To tread a path preordained by a law divine But to pad all aimless on a shifting sea Each man an island free to choose his fate
God's d**h; what dizzy, giddy, fall from grace Commerce, that barometer of faith Tolls warning of the coming storm No coffee in the marketplace No peace on earth for rich or poor