Hubabelaja

[kulla]

forgive my singing charade, i said,
please go on, they said,
you sing beautifully.
please, says I, don't feed my hubris;
my name is ozymandia already.
he's interesting, she said.
my lady, says I in all my don quixotesque,
wondering if her man's navy jacket
was ever drenched in blood,
or if he'd ever be productive at cervantes's age,
my hands are restless,
if i touch you once,
i'd have to kill him twice.

[EXODUS]

Brilliantly done...yet, who knew it would be much better for worse in the end?!