The old regime remains behind
I’ll sum it up
and nail it down
and wrap it in one perfect line
now my departure only at last
remains to be
projected in the telecast
the world will see because they really care
the mode of transmission
that takes me from here to there
from the isle of the wicked gaze
that focused on my center button
that land of foul enchantment
and the pain for which I was a glutton
across the silver bridge
suspended in the air
I didn’t forget anyone
I took all I loved with me there
to that wondrous continent
the Kingdom of What is
to only taste the real fruit
that grows outside parenthesis
what
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