Of Men like Mice

Best man
Godfather
Broken Dreams
Lost Dollars

As the three knights of the triangular table sat
And spat out stories from times past
While they sat and laughed the lines were cast and crossed

The tangle and knots locked up the two
In conflicts and arms bloody feud
Dividing the table into two halves

Each dueling for power for control
Each oe calling for the third to enter the fray
From his perch along the fault line

Break neutrality
Join a side
Create control
End the fights

Where the gun falls one knight stands
Where the bullet to the back of the head sheds tears
Disconnect divides then bodies tear us apart

Three knights of the triangular table
Divided into three each lost underneath it all

Best man
Godfather
Broken dreams
Lost dollars