The Queen of his grilled cheese parade
It feels like a masquerade
Sometimes I feel like a piece of candy
That's good when it's sweet
But when it breaks
The earth quakes
The parade stops
The cheese leaks out
I am not candy I say
Or a float on a parade
But I like being the queen I say
So I question often
Which way?
You say I'm not a piece of candy
I'm better than that
I'm much more dandy
Do you mean that now
Of forever
Will I once again be
Reduced to a twizzler
Slowly chewed till its
Quickly gone
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