It would seem the fates are upon you
For frivolous you have become
Once gallant knights
Who could slay with the pen
Now just seem sloven
A lewd parody of Zen
Have you slipped thought
By chance of neglect
Or like my pig headed brother
You don't deserve my respect
For life of the game
The rules have no say
Where the leaders of men
Just bounce off the play
No kingdom to ever own
When they get tired
They take their toys and go home