A Toast In The Closet

In the closet, I hide my favorite things,

I keep what’s best and you’ll never know.

Alone I am sovereign, alone I am king who

plucks the grasshoppers an’ the angels wings.

The chariot is mine, and I’ve swung it oh so low

In the closet, I hide my favorite things.

“I like it in here” I hear my own voice ring,

“I like you a lot, I just I want you to know...

alone I am sovereign.” Alone I am king so

I flirt with myself, but I know it’s a fling. Soon

the chariot inevitably slows

in the closet. I hide my favorite things.

“There’s not future for us...” I teared and blinked

“We’re too much alike—there’s no room to grow.”

Alone I am sovereign. “Alone, I, am king.”

Silence heaves, and one grasshopper sings,

Please someone toast, to me and my woe—

“Alone I am sovereign, alone I am king,

And in the closet, I hide, my favorite things.”