Here I am
now armoured
swinging my
broadsword
Come at me now
(pointing at your heart)
"Which limb can you afford?"
You know me
so well
You assumed I'm dirt
but can't you tell?
I'm better than that
I'm dirt mixed with tears
baked in the Sun
now just as rock solid
as your own moral fears
I drink
(like a fish)
I smoke
(like Ash Wednesday)
I even still
gasp
have... S E X
with my bloke!
My river of sorrow
compares not
to your puddle
you've still not
understood
how to sidestep,
my ocean of Joy
is bigger than
your sky
but, I bet
that one day
when you aren't looking
I'll still be standing
while you are on your knees
cupping your useless nuts
just sooking!