He was a, real-rage-roar in a, new ordered world
He came with, steel-stage-score with a, head on the floor
Lion of truth, do ya, know what to do?
Something’s coming over me and i feel brand-new
I’m feeling, high-healed-hope like I'm, blessed by the pope
I’m dancing, light-loosed-lope can’t keep, me in a mope
Spit on my boot, I'll just, stomp all on you
Something’s got a hold of me you ain’t got a clue
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Author:
Rose of Sharon (
Online) - Published: May 4th, 2025 00:03
- Comment from author about the poem: The lyrics themselves don't mean much, but I hear a tune for it in my mind like a Beatles song; I think the video I linked fits the vibe I was going for 🎶
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