Mirrors For Princes.

They told my father that I was dead But I wasn’t dead.
They took my blood.
They took it to him.
They showed it to him.
They asked him: “Is this the blood of your son?”
And my father looked at the blood,
And my father said: “This is the blood of my son.”

They told my father that I was dead but I wasn’t dead.
They didn’t want to tell him that I was alive
because I was poor,
And not only was I poor but jobless,
And not only was I jobless but a bum,
And not only was I a bum but a drug addict,
And not only was I a drug addict but a fag,
And not only was I a fag but a bottom,
And not only was I a bottom but a slut,
And not only was I a slut but a communist,
And not only was I a communist but an anarchist,
And not only was I an anarchist but an opportunist.