The Song Of Daffodil Muchlip

there are dirty stains upon the sheets
and dead flowers on the floor
there is a king upon a godly throne
and lions in his den
there are dragonflys with wide wing spans
and horses that are lame
there are men and some are equal
while others just pretend
there is a song that froze upon the lips
of an aged irish maid
but she wrote down all the words for me
and they are with me till this day.
i haven't seen the marbled stairs
nor ate the fruits of gods
but i am just another man
and fuck all those who say i am not
so be wary all you little snots
when you consort with me
remember who the hell i am
and curse me silently.

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