I tried to make it as a lover
But all I became was a thief
It was like I volunteered for a war
But all I got was a peace
Can you show me the door
Or shall I take my own leave
I'm missing in action
I'm not a verb at all
Unless it's a lack of belief
The shadows fall on the wall
And I see your face in relief
It's like the sun cut its stall
Went off to join the police
For they are criminals all
These lovers who softly walk the streets
Am I the mad one alone
While they're the living beast?
I can't show you my scrawl
It would make any sense
I tried to draw them all
But I drew an offense
Because at the society ball
the crystal chandelier broke
And we're all in pieces on the floor
Where the bishop once spoke
I moved a king but he thought it a joke
I told a queen a sad tale and she began to choke
On the vodka martini that a rook left in her yoke
Well we all are the cattle
rising in the midnight smoke
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