Perfection. Poem by Brian Ben

Am a king, I was born
flame the candles, come my way
bow to my crown, bow to the greatness
down your linen, walk to the jungle
show me your edges show me perfection
am a king, I was born
I deserve perfection.

Am a king, I was born
starved is this lion I will do you like prey
spread your sportless wings, fly me in
sing melodies, praise my throne
sweet and warm, dont pass out
my love is thick, my love is coming
am a king, i was born
i deserve perfection.