Hey, there ain’t no royalty here to embrace,
that damn imagination stings you again,
starving while we’re eating infested biscuits,
the head of their class severely farsighted.
Sorry, your gaze is aimed much too high,
God is simply drifting loose upon this earth,
bow to my bare feet and clasp them tight,
follow as you mind their dirt I leave behind.
Funny, that and an extremely large mouth,
causing a hell of a lot of trouble than just for you,
but we don’t have the guts to question freedom,
or explain our pathetic selves left to chance.
Precisely, we sure can’t accept responsibility,
when that roasted lobster is busy watching,
stalking wide eyes at last mentally blind,
kindness drowning at the bottom of its ocean.
Baby, our entertainment has finally begun,
this hilarious jester stumbling down the aisles,
never to learn its lesson the whole season,
past even planting when things start heating.
Mercy, I don’t believe I can keep it contained,
looking for the traffic cop inside this building,
careful crossing a room or be harshly penalized,
hearing that piercing whistle before your confession.
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