Gentlemen.

I am expert,
So they say,
At being the stranger yet finding a way


And worming in.
I've never relinquished
And I delight in easy wins.


And you, you, you,
Mein Gott, Mon Dieu,
Are winning,


But, phew,
What a place to stop.
Enunciate


Your words,
Please,
The blinds


On the windows of your mind
Are tattered,
Bruised and battered


By the times.
They keep on spinning, and I
Can fly


On wings,
A cape,
And children's things.


I may be a bit of a child
And the unwashed leper too.
Oh, you


Exhale like the lungs
Of the no longer broken,
But are you still broken in two?


You, du, Sie,
Tu,
En parlez-vous?


Lord knows I do.