CALLING ON SHEILA
The city streets aren't made for parking - the idea
of a curb is to curb the deed. I walk wherever I wish.
It's easier that way. There's thin light that passes
between thinner buildings - all that glamor and
glass as I stand to let the people pass. I am their
Pope, I am their Leader, Il Duce, Caesar, the Czar.
(Oh God, how I need a czarina).
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So then, imagine what it's like to be this crazy. I
want to get married tonight. I can't. How old fashioned
is that. Nowadays they take what they want with a jab and a pat.
(Oh God, how I need a czarina).
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