It’s either drunkard or a god
It’s either one of neither
It’s either shape or sound or slither
It’s either fairy or a menace
It’s either that or who knows what
From lips and teeth of thus who will believe
It’s either drunkard or a god
And streets and flashes and conditions
And screams and laughs and all that pain
It’s either kindness or ambitions
It’s either love or they just vain
And looks - ashamed, askew, abidant,
- they scream it louder that their steps -
- You are the shame, you are the villain,
You are supposed to never ever have a rest.
It’s either witch or brainless demon
It’s either that - your gods knows what -
Or creature full of strongest venom,
Not just a drunkard, and surely it’s not a god
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