Secrets in the sand, poor dude in a bind, a promotion when living on the streets, and city girls, ready to cry, pretty girls, and their thighs,

Youth and love, and a time, for ourselves to be high, a time for ourselves to worry, and a poet and his job,

And a war in the shadows, chess, and young heroes, young dragons, young critters, and teasers,

That's a strip bar where I'm from,

And young love, smooth, hugs, too young for that, and a Thor called out, a third thing, and his twin, a jokester, and my father cried,

I didn’t want to play, didn’t want to say, play the big brother, I wanted to feast,

But why, I cried, deep inside, for the seventh time, and a when I bite, I just lunge in, for some reason, just big bites,

Anyways, I still sort of work, its functioning at some level, and the world is always working, so there’s that, love stories, romances, old men, and their understanding of art,

Maybe he should be in charge,

And a young god began pouting,

Said my old man will get me,

Yesterday I was your daddy,

And a would you say that to me, face to face, would you sign?

I was recruiting disciples,

For this grand faith,

Called something,

Your dad said no.