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ALL THE KING'S HORSES

All the king's horses and all the king's men
Holed up in the mountain in a jettison den
They hauled out the smokescreen
To tie up their hands
To simulate dying and rising again
And all they ate was cake and ice cream
And the boats were caked with frosty icing

The buses held up in the station there
The cancelled flights, they hung in error

And the long-haired lawyer's meditation
Suggested homeschooling, medication-
And the blonde-haired lawyer's medication
Suggested homeschooling, meditation

And all we knew, it came from books,
Outdated preachers' ghost-end hooks
And the lines and lures of heaven

All the king's women and all the king's cats
Clawed up the mountain to state their demands
And how they fought the wicked glass
Hallways, cattle-prods, and brands,
And all they were served was cake and ice cream,
But they would not be fed-
They come and they grow so thin

Until the holy land goes and cracks itself
Off the continental shelf
And all we feel comes from a paper bag
With a new blue logo and a loose price tag
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ALL THE KING'S HORSES

All the king's horses and all the king's men
Holed up in the mountain in a jettison den
They hauled out the smokescreen
To tie up their hands
To simulate dying and rising again
And all they ate was cake and ice cream
And the boats were caked with frosty icing

The buses held up in the station there
The cancelled flights, they hung in error

And the long-haired lawyer's meditation
Suggested homeschooling, medication-
And the blonde-haired lawyer's medication
Suggested homeschooling, meditation

And all we knew, it came from books,
Outdated preachers' ghost-end hooks
And the lines and lures of heaven

All the king's women and all the king's cats
Clawed up the mountain to state their demands
And how they fought the wicked glass
Hallways, cattle-prods, and brands,
And all they were served was cake and ice cream,
But they would not be fed-
They come and they grow so thin

Until the holy land goes and cracks itself
Off the continental shelf
And all we feel comes from a paper bag
With a new blue logo and a loose price tag
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Writer: Jasmine Dreame Wagner
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