It is what it is
But what is it?
It's light from the stars
But it isn't
It's having bath
And feelings of wrath
And making a king of a peasant
It's a kiss from a muse
But it's not
Like blowing a fuse
That's too hot
It's a bag full of weed
And an awfully good deed
It's taking not one but the lot
What does it mean,
Is it deep?
In your head my words will you keep
Though it doesn't mean spit
You'll put meaning to it
And a poet I'll be, not a creep
The fucking end