Please Mr. Centipede

Please Mr. Centipede

Lend me your legs

Mr. Centipede.

What need for you

Of those hundreds you have?

I just own two

And roads I must walk

Are longer, wider than life.

I will worship you higher than God,

Who just watches from distance,

Never helps.

Lend me your legs.

I so desperately need them,

More that the freeing wings of Miss Butterfly,

The healing fragrance of Miss Blackrose.

I will never be understood

The way I want.

And it’s more that okay now.

You just lend me your legs.

I will walk without rest.