Prestige

Prestige, prestige

you come to please 

the bees beneath my teeth 

my mind a plant- green hollow reed  

Oh lilies, root for me! 

To please, to please

I love the siege 

and judges around me 

My spider dance, a solemn tease

for who my mind could be 

The siege, the siege 

brute battle fields

became my mastery

Like Josephine's, my love was true    

As rhymes of victory 

The brute, the brute

man of tribute  

raised by this one pursuit   

prestige, prestige-- you came and pleased

the person of repute

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