Most High


My brain moves like spoons full of sugar.
Wavy like a baby in the cradle.
I am able to disable lies and speak truths higher than roofs.
Goons listen as cartoons glisten from the glare of the sun on a Saturday morning.
It's warming outside and the skies smile.
A couple of trials and tribulations, but I represent a nation of culture.
Vultures swarm around like clowns at the circus so from the surface you don't understand.
But dive in and swim beneath the seas and see me.
A king leading my people to safety and a kingdom so abundant the public can't even stomach it.
Praise to the most high.

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