I was able to strangle my shadow,
Then unshackle the chains.
Is it safe to play God in the garden and king of the zoo?
Well they need to be filled.
Yet some are quite hard to get out of or in.
Spinning in the daffodils.
Dizzy from a dozen twirls.
Spinning in the daffodils.
You're afraid but that's not what I asked,
Sharpen your teeth my darlings,
Take a finger, if the hand feeds you shit,
Take one scalp at a time.
Like a canine that chases a bone
I wish I was a beautiful balloon.
Gracefully fade, out of view.
What have you turned me into?
Spinning in the daffodils.
Dizzy from a dozen twirls.
Spinning in the daffodils.
Incinerated in the morning sun.