Knights of the Wrong Table

Knights of the wrong table,
talk loudly and tell fables,
while whiskey runs,
and all are able.

They clamor and they clash,
the innocent they bash,
in the pursuit,
of women and cash.

The knights who are fearless,
leave not an eye tearless,
from the loss of a soul,
of a loved one nearest.

The knights are growing,
their egos are showing,
heed these words,
for now you are knowing.