Frailties, Fantasies and Foibles

I fan no-one who fritters good food
They shun their mama's pot
I fault no soul who squanders sure power
They burn da people's vote
I slander not, tamper not
For they owe self their shelf
in screaming shades

Rocking and swinging in fantasies
there be no limits to range
Riding and swimming with hit frailties
there be strange hubris abroad
Raving and swanking in more foibles
there is high messing around

We fret, everyone alike
We fail, anyone, alas
We hold same space
sport like genes
smell them gas
that send some sane, some gaga

I can't create who will ruin than rule
But I note
I can't create who will loot than lead
But I vote
I won't take home da King of Fools
We've got a pool back there
I shan't make fun of Souls-in-Chains
We've lost a haul too much

I know what I know
You sow what you sow
We tip what we heap
Lave them alone...pain not alone
For, each soul has a low