by Nick Gisburne
Weaving my way through society’s halls
Hearing the deepest confessions and lies
Always the words from these whispering walls
Lead me to power, my pleasure, my prize
Arrogant gentlemen, beating their chests
Boasting of mischief, too foolish to hide
Elegant ladies, who feather their nests
Gathering secrets to deal and divide
These are my puppets, my glittering toys
Watch as they as dance to the pull of a string
Murmurs and mysteries, patterns and ploys
I am their keeper, their captor, their king
Mine is the power to silence them all
See them submit at the blackmailer’s ball
