I know all too well
there's never
any time
for a parade,
because
I don't exploit
the puppetry
I'm
a part of.
Should it happen
there's some fusion
we're akin to,
then so be it.
But on that premise,
you can't tell me
God
is fisting demons
in the underworld;
after all,
Russian blood
courses through my veins;
I'm just like
any other
Mouseketeer.