His Word Is Not His Bond

He lives in a waste

Void of culture and taste

His eye on a prize beyond

His every word

Is in the right place

But his word is not his bond

His face his comely

His heart it bleeds

Yet it's but a mantle he has donned

Mark him only

By his deeds

For his word is not his bond

I'd love to take him

Out of his room

And gently break him

I'd love to see

Him dance!

His protege deals

In confusion and fog

Of power he is fond

Wheels within wheels

Like master, like dog

His word is not his bond

I'm trying to swim

But I'm caught in the shallows

And I sense that I've been conned

Deliver him

To the gallows!

His word is not his bond