The fool does not judge

The fool bears no grudge

Neither friend nor a foe

He may stay or he may go.

Office bearing he will shun

He does not fight, he'd rather run

He may see and he may know

His smiling eyes they do not show.

"Follow your nose, fly by your pants"

Rumbustious egos are the drums for his dance

Nonsense, rubbish, romantic lies?

Time to grow up, get a grip, act wise?

Upon our Throne? The world's a farce

But why so many branded, "Arse"?

A perplexing riddle, what is "The Way"?

"Firm control" or, "gently sway"?