I am just laughing; it’s like walking on a cloud
which has fluff tickling my ribs; there’s an awesome feeling
looking at the world rising from its crib.
I am just thinking that my sense of humour is written
in every conceivable shade all over the universe;
but it couldn’t be read by the minds of men!
You can say, I was never slighted that I wasn’t acknowledged
No complaints then, not sardonic. My grin is more salient
than my nose protruding from my face. I didn’t red bait (even if it deserved hate);
though I always knew where my loyalties lay. It was
just comatose, because it could be taken before I could say!
The wonder of my love is not their joke. It could take its time!
I am sure I know what is mine. Everything, I placed in my soul was divine
If they thought they could see my colours, I just may as well call them blind!
Even when I rarely cried, if I cried with pain, there was
a sense of humour at the back of my mind!
I am just placing the crowns on my Kings. And we even flew with clipped wings!
Does Denmark have a crown, with its past crimes on the people of Greenland and Iceland!
The EU can collapse on its evil self. I’m not going to make Greenland its red-letter day!
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