| | I am,
indeed,
the king of three ay em
with trustworthy hand
and three clicks of a pen
I bring forth light,
action,
story.
the leaves,
they applaud for me,
the winds,
they whisper songs of fealty
and when I strut
the prodigal moon, the generous stars,
spend their lumens to curtain my path
when morning comes
and I wake, exhausted
I read the scribbles
of my boastful pen
who has stolen my magnum opus!
who dare replace it with this
utter drivel?
I am,
indeed,
the king of three ay em
whose dominion extends out in the twilight lands
but just short of the land of six ay em
that bright, unholy place
of coffees,
early birds,
and sensible people.
Now if you'll excuse me,
I'm off to get some sleep
until tomorrow,
at half past three,
adee,
adieu
to thee,
to you. |
| | Posted 5/20/2008 4:25 AM - 24 Views - 0 eProps - 0 comments
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