Bruised Knees To the White Castle I go waiting to be a peasant for the Kings and Queens Dressed in 65% polyester, 35% cotton white apron that ties in the back and no label of a black dress with a ruffled collar neck which buttons Good Morning, Good Afternoon, Good Evening to say to his or her hieneiss without knowing what time to say "Good Evening" at... Is it at 6p.m.? Reflections full of radiancy as I stick my tongue out to dance "Hi I am the Court Jester, at your service. Up, Up, the White Cloud is going up in the air, oh... oh... its coming down, help, help me put it back in to its position River full of dark/light... curly/straight unknown pubes, pick them out not with your finger, go and use a stick which is sitting next to the stones.... Good.... Errrrrrr.... Ummmm let me look at my pocket watch, OH Good Afternoon your majesty, and curtsey..... Will refill that "I" at your service, Banana or lemon-lime flavored.... I will arrange them side by side neatly, I swear.. Lunch in the Ball Room at Noon Thirty have only some water, nothing to eat, not even a crumb.... Back to the Tower to save my self from falling, make the bed...clean the tiles.... Crowded, over the shower, needs a cleanin’ rag in a hand, as I am down on Bruised Knees
I like it... because the people who go to WC are peasants, but because they're your customers, they are the Kings and Queens. Ironic and stuff.
