They said what they want To me it's just a taunt My Words are only my master Yielding not to those others Who speak constantly Of their happiness,.. But never their disasters They say what they will For me it's a thrill To see the indulgent masters Eat Drink and be Merry! I am to you Always a bastard They say they want love poems Full of light and joy But what if that is not my room? They have said how I am too old fashioned Ha! This is my reaction Your hypocrisy proceeds you My room you don't see,.. But it is all around you They will say many things During this life of yours, of mine But their words don't define you Let your depth shine without them I say many things Things which may disturb In my room I watch And will write each night.. despite Below the bellowing moon
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