A home that is elusive,
Pain that should have been let go,
The urge to save the world you can’t forgive,
For it is you, as tragic show
When it could be comedy,
A king who rings with golden bells
Reporting things impossibly
Wrong, from all the possible hells
What is nothing but a joke
To expose your blushing flesh
Only to hide inside of the smoke
That churns the story out afresh.
