Little
prince, hear me,
the tippler
has convinced me that happiness could be found at the bottom of a bottle
yet I remain
lonesome on the planet of 1440 sunsets.
Send your fox,
my little prince,
to remind me
that my rose is unique in all the world
to make me see sheep through
the walls of boxes.
Grown-ups laugh all too
often at the folly of children,
but the children’s laughter
at the folly of grown-ups
rings truer than any mathematical
equation in their books,
and harsher than the
steam whistle at the end of the day.
Alas, I have grown up, my
little prince,
and the
businessman has convinced me to own the stars.
Little prince,
help me,
for I am
afraid to be tamed.
Send the
snake, my little prince,
I refuse to
stay any longer on this planet
which I am
afraid baobabs have overrun.
Take me to
where
I can see the
sun set forty-four times
and matters
of consequence
concern only
a coquettish flower.
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