CAMELOT FANTASIES

Discussing the forecast
When the flag is flying half mast
Ask of many only one will lend
Viewing as others are on the mend
Pain they display
Their pallor is often grey
Cracking under the strain
Stress has often come from complain
Of one is common to the other
Many of them can't bother
Hard to compute in ones brain
What pleasures cannot be found
When one is constantly bound
By the thoughts
That seem never to be sound
Confusing on a bad day
Worse on a good one

~Divine