Tough Room

Taste the fruit of lo these many years

Witness a man embracing his doom

Hear the sweet timber of self-esteem

One needs to play this, the toughest of rooms

Feel tension in the air

Smell the fear

There was a common bond

Tied us all to the gloom

That cold iron countenance

Sure can bring down a room

Gentlemen! Your marching orders:

Don't you listen to reason

Make no concession

Price of admission

Already too high to bear

Just make a big ruckus

No one can shame us

After the fracas

You can bet no one will care

Lend me your ears, I have a secret

Mansion I've built that I keep miles underground

For when no one's left around

'Cept the man in the iron mask

Lives by the phases of the moon

Come join in our granfalloon

We've been saving room

All of my plans come to fruition

By the time the scales fell it was too late to save the hive

No one was left alive

'Cept the man in the iron lung

Buried in mountains of the moon

Come join in our common tomb

We've been saving room

© Jonathan Patch

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