I spoke so well that evening
I sang so well of light
Wish I may wish I might
Have this wish I wish tonight
The more we sang of wonders
The more we drank our wine
Suddenly a ghost appeared
The clock sang number nine
We spoke from end of table
His majesty, the chief
You shall take what you deserve
From comfort and relief
This words combined with manhood
In alcohol entwined
Made all the saying into jokes
And good eyes into blind
I tried to taste their warfare
My lips could barely move
When I did as much as I could do
To fit into their groove
But as it proved impossible
To satisfy their needs
I solved my little problem
And accomplished all my deeds
For I spoke so well that evening
I sang so well that night
Wish I would
Wish I could be swallowed
By your light
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