If thou readest ‘twixt the lines, thou seest,
We stand, a withered, nutshell of a man,
Who once, by chance, did stumble on a crown,
But now longs for IMPEACHMENT, so he can
Return t’the low life mockings of a clown.
If thou readest ‘twixt the lines, thou seest,
We stand, a withered, nutshell of a man,
Who once, by chance, did stumble on a crown,
But now longs for IMPEACHMENT, so he can
Return t’the low life mockings of a clown.