Coming Home Poem by Slim Jay

I'm coming home
I'm riding on a mule
I'm coming home
Tonight we would slaughter a bull

I miss my humble pristine life
I'd love to relive my yesterdays
Tonight i'd drink fresh milk
I'd enjoy my vegetable soup
Accompanied with glutinous rice

I'm coming home
I would never again
Feel the cold nor feel alone
I would never feel the need
To hit the root

I wouldn't need blankets
To keep me warm when i'm feeling cold
I'd be welcomed with sweet assuring words
Words of affection, words of gold

I'm coming home
Come let's meet
There's going to be a feast
I'm coming home