All ways, always
A triumphant scarecrow
Shooing the flying dead
Shoe in the lying head

Ever felt that
Scaring is caring?
Asks the strawman,
Whose comfort is fear

All ways, always
A triumphant scarecrow
Soul cuffed in sedition
Sole scuffed in sedation

Ever felt that
Frothy frolic?
Asks the strawman,
Whose visage is dead