In my family I am called the ******* one for I am not out for riches or gain of others they see me a jester, so way, way out of line even if I tell them that, I like to do it my way
I wondered with my draconian upbringing that could I really, hold my sword by my side and not wield it in rhetoric crazy justice well I passed on that one in some ways
Here now I sit, resting like a succulent chicken just out of the oven, all basted in rich creamy butter whatever they stuffed me with, it smells good come friends have a bite out of me, You Know You should