The piss, the puissant, and a crowded street Dejected, lost, but a crumpled meat The night caresses but it never kiss Like taking children out to sink by sea I know I'm right. But I feel like I'm wrong. I know I'm trying, but I feel like I'm not, and I know I'm making my way out of town You won't see me now I'm breaking away out of now Aghast the king's tried a crystal queer crime, a notion, then a malicious deer A cuss it quavers down the language shoos To live and fight a war you know you'll lose I know I'm wrong. But I feel like I'm right. I know I'm not, but I feel like try, but I know Dime novel speak for "tide and lone beach" Adapting the kitsch a fabulist needs A scholar aloud: "Diamond in heat" I kid; the condescending legal lies They constantly save kings and... Christ, I know