Could I say it any simpler
could this yoke be lighter
but the world looks back bemused
and I know I’ve got a fighter
on my hands
The ancestor and Lord
of these words I say
I know you stupid humps
misunderstand me every day
just understand
the fewer disciples
the better in all respects
I wear coarse peasant clothes
but he may find who least expects
jade in my hand
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