Scapegoat
He wore his long white coat Looked into the mirror and straightened his tie Showed his teeth and made a howl Looking satisfied he pushed his way to the big room “This is my time. This is the day I’ll rule” The doors opened and lights pointed to a golden throne He was led to his seat by trumpets and hails Once on the throne, the hangman appeared And with a quick play of hands turned his tie to a chain Which he straightened around his neck until it broke Not long after the hails turned to shouts of disputes And then all lights went down except the one in the middle Where lays a white coat On its back is written “Scapegoat”