I have no elephants on my backseat
No monkeys to hand over treats
The duck is nowhere near my lazy feet
The fish has got me beat
I’m just not going to savour the sweet
It’s all the imbalance in my teeth
You can’t make me, no more donkey, to repeat
Even the ass won’t claim that feat
I’m just thinking nobody can, me, unseat
If you think I’m a ruthless cheat!
Let it be that hell is no better wheat
than a rotting bog of peat
Would you all keep wondering if all this blank sheet
is my victory or my defeat!
I didn’t call on Venus; she wants not to eat
And Neptune, I couldn’t meet
Jupiter wasn’t looking so neat
Mars was no succulent beet
Uranus had no army or armada fleet
Saturn and his rings I couldn’t greet
What is left for you dear Church
Satan doesn’t sing on your perch
And the Leftists must have to search
a place beyond Pluto’s birch
Or would you love to go to the Moon
I’m just happy to leave you all behind, embarking on my spaceship, before soon!
And it is not going to be Andromeda or Ganymede
It’s going to be a place to which none of you have any title deed!
Mercury looked too forlorn
The Sun also seemed to me gone
Even the stars are winking too much
None of them got my touch!
Truth is as much as a bloody lie
to the singularity I bid bye!
All of you must know what’s me
You can’t get anything that you see
I have been a warrior for my enemies for far too long
Now, they may try but they will always get me wrong!
I haven’t a clue where I belong
For, even friends cannot hear my song!
Was love a mere golem, and not a poem
I can’t say, I am neither thespian nor doyen?
I am not calling all the boys to play
even girls can’t make my day
What should I say if those that still want chess
I’ll just make the wishmaster PSP a distant mess!
So, if you cannot have me, would you comply with him
I can assure you, he thinks nothing of all of you, if I deem none of you are my kith and kin!
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