Flim Flam Man

Suffering in Quiet Consciousness
As His Mind Carried On
Taking Him From Place to Place
Changing In A Soft Rhythmic Grace
His Life is Really Quite Secure
This Flim Flam Man
His Thoughts Are Pure
The Images He Sees
In Another Life He Will Conceive
These Daydreams Soon To Come Alive
The Food For Which He Will Survive
To Conquer In An Off Beat Way
The Dreams He Sees
The Games To Play
He's A Winner, Yet He Doesn't Know
The Trophies Aren't There To Show

And Now No Longer Is The Need
To Give Displays Or Remedies
The Sound Of A Voice That Falls On Deaf Ears
Those Wasted Words That No One Hears
The Only One Who Needs To Know
The Author Of This One Man Show
And Now No Longer Is The Cause
To Hunger For Their Brief Applause