Without A Nation Poem by Zyw Zywa

Queen without a nation
no copper in my blood
no parade of swanky princes
competing for my hand

no one who dresses me
with someone else's money
I don't ask anything by decree
and my shit doesn't fix me

to an inherited bullybook
composed with suavity
and silky soft cords
of sticky oracle words

which way flag and pennant blow
and that it is still far, but
the nation the nation the nation
Hooray Hooray Hooray

I am a queen
without a nation