I AM THE STATE

I could write a book

about the way some things are

I could bite the hook

and carry the line so far

it would be my bitter version

the way the witches cook

I would try hard to find a conection

with beasts, monsters and spooks

because I build my own house

and if I don´t want a hound

I´ll pet my own vicious mouse

take a look around

because I write my own walls

and that poetry is not fair

there´re no buds and the leaves fall

but I don´t care

because I burnt the wood

to set my kingdom

and I saw it was good

to enjoy my peculiar freedom

sit and read the letter

I wrote about the last days

sorry but I couldn´t do it better

but you´ll see what it clearly says

the bright side is mine

it´s where the warrior angel stays

I´m now on cloud nine

cutting the weeds away