SIR HERDERP PRESIDERP SDO
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The rise of me and the rise of you
Upset the needle. I must have read
Somewhere that the natural order
Is for you and me to either
Sit still or spiral upward
From this cold cellar.
I was told it is a compensation
To be bold
To pry the lid
To lift the cork
And out it goes
Ride upon the stream
Where others either
Fail or win
To keep a coffee and cream
Appointment.
But I declare to rise within
To start a condensation of my steam
Along a plane where you and I
Could live and reign
Totally unseen
In our colony of dreams.
Somehow I could never get used
To slabs and steel. My hand
Drifts cold upon the hold
Of iron railings at subway floors.
Or is it the silent morgue
Of people dreaming, breathing
In the fog, or the agony
Of little men wishing
The world were a plum
