woops am i mistaken, am i cruel?
is this language a big tool?
to be spoken while the covers are over my head?
where i can see and feel u?
your out, its late, where is my prince tonight?
im sorry the phone is off, where is the police ?
they are drinking and singing on the merrygo round
under the stars, on the right is a chief, whose eyes can meet the rivers rushing, hustling feet
and on the left is a praying weeping woman batting her eyelids at the gowns in the windows uv fashionable churches
where are u my italian prince on the right is a man sleeping with children
and a woman painting her nails
and on the left a man whose polished perfect dick is praying for god to forgive to forgive where his hands have been
oh the president and the pope where are u sleeping tonight?