Tuesday, August 18, 2009

MARDI GRAS

I am a chauffeur for you
Nothing more and nothing less
I'll continue to bleed for you
You know its what I do best

I have a lot of blood to give
You'll take till the last drop remains
Dulled by knives and stab wounds
Somehow they stifle the pain

I am a chauffeur for you
An archaic chamber maid
Belonging not to this world at hand
Paper masks will cover the shame

I am a clown to entertain you
A vessel of jokes and games
Wigs and powder, crimson lips
Still water removes the blame