Very soon
Soon, want to wear my shoes,
On my head, and my hat…
You can laugh…
You can laugh…
As my shoes! ! !
Soon, want to take my nose,
And put it in my pants…
You can laugh…
You can laugh…
To replace genitalia! ! !
Then reverse!
And reverse!
Did you know?
Colonialists,
If ever captured king,
Or any prophet,
Enslaved,
Called: "Pagans? "
Vatican and Spain,
Sweden, Britain,
And Holland,
To France and Norway,
Lost thrones are fallen,
Like Greece and Perse!
We know of the crowns,
And Czars, and Royals,
Collapsing to be ground,
For New, to walk on.
Why not wear trousers,
As a jacket, and a shirt,
As cover for the legs?
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