He's a young man being beat down by society, 

Plagued with misfortune and unspeakable atrocities,

Survived cold nights despite the abject poverty,

No place to hide a dark mind with pure integrity,

He looks down to the ground with the up most intensity,

Whispered to himself "They will never take the best of me".

 

Forcibly made to be the man of the flat,

From the flat of his back he will make good of that,

Paved over the position where his father once sat,

Standing up to be counted making a living from the sweat off his back....and brow.

 

Now after so much hard work they call him the boss,

His crown was in the post it disappointingly got lost,

So leadership was left up to a coin toss,

Always managed to keep his cool yet a man you wouldn't cross,

Keeps his followers feet warm and out of the frost.