Wise Men

I fight like a champion

Celebrate my victory with champagne

Awaited glory with my head held high

I’ve had my guards up, no surprise

I can see them coming from a mile

The type to creep up on you with a smile

Known as the creature with two faces

Attempts to blind you with their graces

But like rain drops your transparent

Crocodile tears and crooked smiles are apparent

I may have been stepped on once

Now I watch my feet each time I cross a dunce

A lesson in life is always provided

Reach your hand out and you’ll still be misguided

Until it happens again

And then I pray for you so called “wise men”