deliver your tongue to the blind
sight has no use for such things
give it to the eyes that bleed
bring it to the dictative kings
i’m not your wedjat eye
so don’t spit in mine
i can see clearly enough
without magic of that kind
change the chameleon’s face
to fit your fairytale story
but leave my tail alone
and all of its glory
the desert’s infected your eyes
they are in need of a saviour
in the form of a sweet nectar
with your magic mouth flavour