Décadent Prince Charming
(A Poem about Simon) Bonsoir, I’m a décadent Prince Charming! Yes, I love make-up and lace What about it? What do you say, I look like a matador? I don’t even eat
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(A Poem about Simon) Bonsoir, I’m a décadent Prince Charming! Yes, I love make-up and lace What about it? What do you say, I look like a matador? I don’t even eat
It must be hard Everyone wants a piece of you And yet you want no one Because you know they think you’re just a piece of scum Something to be used, chewed
So flew the birdie High above Along with the angels Far over the clouds To freedom and delight She went away To a place without pain Or sorrow, ever Through a
I went to the woods one day Though heard there had been Other people there in the hay So I took my boy with me To test them stories And see what
I’m not close enough to receive the signal And I don’t have my ears open The aisle of broken dreams Only sings its eulogy to those who hear I have
When I die, I wanna sit high above This world singing that old tune That makes the Earth shake with laughter Never ending, forever continuing Celebrating life in the most extravagant ways
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