God In An Alcove

Go and look for the dejected Once proud idol remembered in stone aloud Then on coins his face was mirrored Take a look it soon hath slithered To a fractured marble slab, renunciation clad His nourishment extract from his subjects, subjects That ma*s production profile He's a God in an alcove Once he spread the rain So they dreamt in vain Once he spread the wheat Had made some garlands for his feet Until the lily poet of our times Horizoned on the line Love became the in theme then Opposing fakers thrice by ten Don't perceive his empty plea That redundant effigy He's a God in an alcove Take in view his empty stool What's left is satin cool Clawing adornment for his crimes They saw they had to draw the line So they sent him far away So they sent him far away To a little alcove To a little alcove All alone He's a God, a God Now I am silly Now I am silly Silly, silly, silly, silly Silly