It isn’t a damsel I seek

but a further unit for décor

I won’t be allowed to undress

I have to leave clothing on the floor


I won’t see you in the ends

I’ll see you in the begins

and not under duress will I speak

for you are to world and all therein


I want to see you try and joke

about the right of my own to boister you

it isn’t the named youth of today

but the jumper of the rope over the roofs of dew

that fool them all with his use of words and noise.



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