It was great
to be king
but I don't have the power
to stop the end
they undress me completely
and smear me with grease
with pipes, they blow dust gold
on me, they cover me
with years of envy
The procession leads me
to the throne on the raft
it is a ruthless play
Shining in the light
of my father, the sun
I float across the lake
to lurking eyes
on the other side
that would come to skin me
if I didn't have a wash
and hastily gave the sun
to the greedy water
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 3:44 AM UTC
It was great
to be king
but I don't have the power
to stop the end
they undress me completely
and smear me with grease
with pipes, they blow dust gold
on me, they cover me
with years of envy
The procession leads me
to the throne on the raft
it is a ruthless play
Shining in the light
of my father, the sun
I float across the lake
to lurking eyes
on the other side
that would come to skin me
if I didn't have a wash
and hastily gave the sun
to the greedy water
