To The Man Who Has Everything

To the man who has everything

Oh isn't he a special one

With wits, athleticism and the ability to sing

 Oh isn't he one to stun

So everyone would and visit him for a bit

And he did what he could he was nice like that

And so people would just sit 

And listen and then he said goodbye with the tip of his hat.

But along came a time when the man who had everything

Was stuck in a rut and needed some advice

So he made his call, I told you he could sing

To say everyone rushed to his call would be imprecise

So he waited and waited for he knew people were busy

Till finally someone came and gave their two cents 

But the man made no sense, said he was dizzy

And then he stumbled on, leaving the perfect man in suspense

And one by one people trickled in

But sadly it was all for nigh

For they would get upset, they thought his problem was akin

To them it seemed as harmless as a fly

Can't you do everything they would always cry

And the man would just sit there and sigh

He couldn't make them understand that plight

Was something beyond their short sight

So he struggled with his problem and stopped helping others

And the other people became smothered

With all of their fights and quarells it seemed

That things were getting worse than they had dreamed

So they decided to write a letter and wrote

To the man who has everything

Why do you have to gloat

So much when you should be acting like our king

Now help us solve all our problems

Like you have always done

So they sent him the letter with all its columns

Believing it would all work out in the long run

But one day the walked in his house for he had not repsonded

And saw that his problems were greater that they had imagined

Of course this prompted

Them to examine

What it must of felt like to be

The man who supposedly had everything