The Fool’s Defence
by Robert C. Mackie
 
I don’t mind your accusations, when you say I’m wrong,
Question my intelligence, and mark me out for fun,
But at the very least, have the decency to explain,
Why I’m a fool and you have sussed out rhyme and reason’s chain.
 
We’ve known each other donkey’s years, were always at the games,
I gladly took a battering when you called on me by name.
But where were you when I went down, and from my mouth blood ran?
You stood aside and watched me fall, questioned if I was a man.
 
So as you cover up your tracks I wonder, what’s the score?
Couldn’t you have listened, perhaps explained a little more?
For this I tell you frankly, for all around to hear,
Friendship’s measured in word and deed – not inaction, spite and jeer.