What Great Men Say
Great men often say strange things,
Meaningless words, full of nonsense,
And others take them for fools
Wasting their time, unable to respond.
Great men feed their bellies well,
Leaving not a single hole unfilled,
While others gather what’s left behind
And lay their own humble table.
You know what Alexander the Great once did…
He wanted Babylon, like a game of his own.
To others he’d say: “Don’t wait in line—
You don’t need it, not at all.”
And Copernicus, he never slept,
Never took his eyes off the sun.
He’d spend his nights by the window wide,
Believing he knew the sky’s hidden truths.
Even Bertolt Brecht, the great, couldn’t grasp the simple things,
So he dug into what was hard—like grass as a mystery, say.
Then he’d speak of Napoleon, and do it quite often,
For he too, after all, was just a man—and ate like anyone, to dismay.
