As we blunder joust and twist
We are pulled asunder and all is amiss
For there is just one hand that is set
To relieve man of his bet

His stubborn and taxing weight
Is justice on and empty plate
His folly no longer one of slight
Taken away is the will to fight

As the sun touches the second rung
He is reminded of a malicious tongue
So he steps up to get a view
Not knowing just what is due

Eagerly he proves himself a solid friend
And adds up the tally for life’s end