My Poor Friend Me

I know a man who doesn't have many friends I know a place he lives where trouble never ends I know it's hard for him to read 'tween the lines and his days are getting so much shorter he simply turns away instead of bearing down his ship is crumbling his crew is one of clowns he doesn't care as long as he can wear the crown I know this man all to well it's my poor friend me a portrayal of the great dichotomy (a reminder of a tragic history) it's my poor friend me and I'm running out of steam I know there are people who are physical and vane they point their finger 'cuz they can't accept the blame they live their lives under a blanket of shame and their progeny crawl from underneath it lately I've come to see the solution and it begins with me but I'm so fallibly human I've picked the lot