I stand under an umbrella
Me, an armless fella
Without legs to move me
Without tongues to yell for help

So I just sit like a helpless yelp
Under a cover of rotten silk
Ink is dripping from my sink
I throw a pen before I think

I lie under an umbrella
Me, an armless fella
Without eyes to guide me
Without thoughts to tell me tales

I can’t run away from here
Or chase me tail with clear dispair
My life I lived year after year
In fairytales

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