As Royalties and Kings come
in slumming, in gangs
while the sages
and the doctors have concocted
surprise,
though I stand upon a gallows,
my head Will Not Hang.
Nor Will I
ever, willingly,
be the one
to break contract
that has long been read, said
and done, bled
'til it dries, and signed
in my contact
with you,
bright eyes.
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