Now Was - Wire

You’re the wizard of was, becalmed in because

The nawab of no, with no place to go

A grandmaster crashed, whose future has past

The wazir of fear, now: Seer of the year

Used up and broken, fucked up, bespoken

The wear and the tear are easy to behold

Where once was a diamond, now hides a sly man

A corpse of corruption, in rancid decay

Archduke of rebuke, the pharaoh of fluke

The Lear of sneer, once pick of his peers

Charming and hazy, the Llama of lazy

You sit on your hands, 'til the trouble has passed

Eyes that impressed, now idly, undress

Trust once shared, is beyond repair

Pledges sound hollow, which promised tomorrows

They float to the floor, forming lakes of dead skin

A new broom is coming, I hear it close, humming

So near and so loud, drowning out my last words