The swamp’s where the wild things wallow
Where lies are common and promises are hollow
With so many choices who do we follow?
Do we vote for an ogre with a shower as a head
Or do we vote for the donkey who’s inexperienced instead?
This tower we live in
Is going to be our eternal grave
That knight we’re hoping to win
Is just another of the dragons slaves…
Tucked away in never never land
Is our hidden saving grace
We haven’t been banished or lost
The fact is that there is no such place
Here the gingerbread has knives
Prince charming has hives
And the cat doesn’t have nine lives
Because the cat is dead
Locked up in my basement
For me to do my black magic with
And drink my tonic
To end this bubonic
So that critters can frolic
Free in my mind
To plant my seed in time
But still know
That it will never grow
Because there’s something many dont know
And that’s I don’t have the ability
To create any seed with fertility
Therefore my beanstalk has no validity
As that golden egg from the goose in the infinity
Shows that the goose may be a trinity
But to say there’s a golden egg
Is just a fallacy…