He
is Being Eaten By SharksNow it seems that the requirements
Of daily vanquishing are so great
As to kill me before I can reach you
In the middle of the raging sea.
Where are my moneyed millions
And my untold loyal minions,
That I might build an arsenal
To kill all of those,
Your earthly sharks?
Like some kind of woman-knight
Traveling hard in questing rescue
To awaken her princely lover
In the very sad and angry
Dark conundrum tower.
Bring to you the final
Unmistakable.
The ultimate delivery
Of proof.
I have but wealth in
Dreaming soul cuddles,
Fearless listening,
My own naked lovesongs and
Stretching thoughts,
but It's not what you're after
Or had in mind.
And I can see it only brings
The tower crashing down
If you believe in it.
Which is different from
A flesh and blood army to
Storm it.