The Hypocrite

There was a madman in the town.
He played the fool, he played the clown,
He thought he played all those around,
He called them fools without a sound.
But then one day without a sign
Came another madman in design.
What was the other man to do?
But whine and brew all through and through.
Oh how the first man was resentful,
Still his suspicions went uneventful.
Until one day he met the man,
And he did quickly scheme a plan -
Against his doppelganger.
He bought a hammer
From the shoppes and finished his double
With a couple chops.
As our dear man sweeps up
The evidence into a pan -
He looks down to see a thousand men.
And in his terror and his fright
Digs two long shards into his eyes-
The image dies.
The image dies.
And so the mad man stays an ass -
Even blind from mirror glass.