Pedestal Poem by Dorsey Baker
Pedestal
Who put you on that pedestal my friend
Who set you up
For the kill
Who made you
King of the hill
Like a chicken
With its head cut off
You run around
Because you know
Sooner or later
Somebody is going to
Tear your play house down
You've just got to
Run the rat race my friend
Because time
It will
Never stand still
Who put you on that pedestal my friend
Who set you up
For the kill
Who made you
King of the hill
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