
Man in the City
In the days of my prime
I committed a social crime
For every day I would plot
To one day rule Camelot
Giving up fortune and fame
To play
In the days of my prime
I committed a social crime
For every day I would plot
To one day rule Camelot
Giving up fortune and fame
To play
Oh, how lucky you will be
To see the death of me
To finally be on your own
To carry on what I’ve known
To add to the
One day I will decide
To take a ride
To the highest peaks
Where everyone seeks
Peaceful solitude
For mental fortitude
Then descend to the steeple
To reach out to the
If I could have bolstered talent
I would be more patient
To take time with my thoughts
To find all of my blind spots
To listen to experts
Even
I’m a big, burly brute
From me stompers, to me clompers
I’m also bloody cute
All the ladies, big, burly rompers
When the sun shines
I’m smashing skulls
At night,
Many years ago
I favored warmth over snow
I chose entertainment
Over athletic fulfillment
I chose a different path
I never did the math
Drowning in a bath…
…of my own
In just a few days
I will probably be sick
Because some Chinese butcher
Put a ferret cage over a chick
Unknowing of the concoction
That mixed faeces will
When I have a cold
My sinuses turn bold
I capitalize my sneezing
Underline my wheezing
I’m filled with snot
As I adorn an i with a dot
I cough
Almost ten years ago, my symptoms controlled my thoughts. My symptoms were influenced by emerging forms of media on the internet that gave a
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I respectfully and gratefully acknowledge that I live, work and play within the traditional territory of the K’ómoks Nation.