Saint Vitus

See me stroke this earth
with my golden hand
and stir up a waltz or three...
or ballet, or tap, take your pick;
Elmo has nothing on me!

I secretly control the universe
with my jokerly grin.
Don't believe me?

Let's crack a shot on Vidovdan.
Let's make a powerful play.
Pray me a giggle when writhing in agony

What fun it was to be tortured
...if I was...
who I was...
I'm more relic than man.

Hark, what's that tapping?
Ah, it's those who festival
on my grave with glee.

I'll consider it a compliment.
I secretly control them,
that's the power of god for you.
Don't believe me?

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.