I reign In the world of the fogged gloss Dare not the barriers I set anyone cross Because from one horizon to other I reign In the tempest of mind Beyond any fathomable thought Are clear droplets of wisdom Which run my kingdom My whims aren't fancies But an elaborate functioning machine All parts greased No metal that I ever feign Come you army of lost generations With filthy crippled ideas on lose There ain't any place in this world Where I'll let penetrate your rigged views And there you'll all go crushed With not even a speck left of your credence To remind the whole world That it is better with your absence Off you go From my lovely kingdom You insipid blind followers For the God whose name you say you preach Is imploring, in His name I beseech.
Trotting on, a regal symphony. Mighty yawn, teeth glowering ominously. That aberrated bark, are my Pug Marks!