The sea lies charted,
The Earth is mapped;
I am the statue, erect
I am the President-elect
of Sleep
I am the Emperor of Naps
("Make way, make beds
for His Royal Highness of Naps!")
(Long petals thrown away
In afternoons
And endless sessions;
It takes a village
To reintegrate an Emperor
Into society)
I've lived, now I am bogged down
I have fucked, and blogged
What is a ruler, but clown-like?
You are the perfect machine of sex;
I am the Emperor of Naps.
