The Fool's Game
He laid down his cards, oh so clever, so cool,
“My hand can’t be beaten!” he said to the fool,
But the fool in his cloak, with his head in the clouds,
Had a hand filled with wild cards; and laughed, sharp and loud.
For the fool’s game is played in a world of his making,
No board can contain him, no king for the taking,
Ideas are his aces, all rules he defies,
When he lays down his hand with a flash in his eyes.
Photo shot on location at Bar Papillon:
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Rouse/224/197/1803
The Fool's Game
He laid down his cards, oh so clever, so cool,
“My hand can’t be beaten!” he said to the fool,
But the fool in his cloak, with his head in the clouds,
Had a hand filled with wild cards; and laughed, sharp and loud.
For the fool’s game is played in a world of his making,
No board can contain him, no king for the taking,
Ideas are his aces, all rules he defies,
When he lays down his hand with a flash in his eyes.
Photo shot on location at Bar Papillon:
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Rouse/224/197/1803