a merry tale

father so they tell me was a mesmer and a mime
he could spin a song for sixpence if you ever had the time
but a cruel and utter monster to those of us who knew
though the cords that bound us to him were so tenuous and few

mother on the other hand could shake you to the core
while the world was crying hold! enough! she always cried for more
so we raised her on a pedestal and showered her with stones
and took delight in flowing blood and brittle snap of bones

a normal childhood then you’d say compared to other folks
a broken home a battlefield and many other jokes
well who am i to question you who never saw us play
in the deepest dark depression at the ending of the day

so thus i grew and suddenly to grasp at man’s estate
though some thought i was early others swore it much too late
but nothing that the world decides will ever weigh me down
as i skip the light fantastic to take up a beggar’s crown

a hint of acclamation is all that i can ask
to aid me through the dying times to measure out my task
and i will pay to each of you the price that you demand
to place yourself irrevocably beneath my sole command

then fire up all the world i say and let us all be free
each to be another because only i am me
would that you could know for just one second of your time
what it means to stand alone behind the bars of rhyme

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