since I'm putting down all
  of the true things around but I like it
  I handed down the crown
  given the jewels and the answers of may
  the thought of being ousted comes and goes
  when I think about it the wind blows
  I hate it
    run me out of town
  somewhere a move might intended a gown at
  pissed at all the bowels
  always the blues and a delicate smile
  missed all of the sideways
  gull and noun
  chills and petty band-aids wrapped around
  good grief