…can I kiss his ring?
Where is the altar
Where the high priest faltered
What does remorse mean to him
Where are his deeds,
Interludes, debacles
Where is the greed
So important to sin
Where does he lie
Can he be found on high
Swallowing every morsel
With his lips still dry
Who are his vassals
Where are his Moors
What’s his instructions
And what is his cause
Who is meant to follow
Is my loyalty shot hollow
Has he been anointed
Or consigned to my sorrows
Should he be addressed
On a bended knee
If I don’t contend
Will I have to flee
Is he willing to teach us
What we do not understand
Will he forgive us
For we know not what we do
If I give due praise
Can I kiss his ring
Impress his empress
Enslave my only kin
Because I’m all in
I need not risk chagrin
In a parting hour
By a sculking grin
Can we immerse him
In violet petals
Be a king’s consort
Protectors of false realms
The freedom of his fall
And free ticket out of hell
