i am the valiant taylors needle
who's trapping giant bumblebeetles
to hide them under faulty seams
to prick you off your foolish dreams
and i can dress up on my own,
to look alike a perfect drone.
so simple-minded as you are
you take the bait and call me mate
i am the skimpiest hurricane
that's playing 'round your queen of hearts
who's living in a home of cards
i'll let you dance, you let it rain
and i can ponder on my own
the order of what makes me drown
and all i share is maddened laughter
sunlight reaches silent depths
and we were laughing ever after
some stench of clouds is mowing grass
i am the frog in stock
that occupies your throat
who vomits words by rote, devote
and i can speak out on my own
to talk alike a perfect drone
so simple minded as your scoff
you take the bait again and doff
the veil of silence
funny, ain't it? thousands scrape off
ken eyed naked
i am the mole that digs your soul
i sap your dreams of sway and dough
i'm snatching back the things you stole
but what you got is not enough
so simple minded as you are
you never noticed things by far
and one last time i take you in
but lost is all i left behind
here where i end and you begin:
another lily in the wind.
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