Save my speech forever

Reserve my speech forever for the taste of Misfortune and smoke, For the resin of circular patience, For the conscientious tar of labor, As the water in village wells should be black And sweet so that by Christmas the star might Be reflected in it like seven fins. I am no longer a child, you grave, Don't dare teach the hunchback, be silent. I speak for everyone with such force so that The palate becomes heaven, so that lips crack Like pink clay. And for this My father, my friend, and my rough helper, I, an unacknowledged brother, an outcast in the People's family, promise to build such dense log Cabins So that Genghis Khan could lower princes into them In a bucket. I am no longer a child, You grave, don't dare teach the hunchback, Be silent. I speak for everyone with such force that the Roof of your mouth becomes heaven, That your lips crack like pink clay. If only these frozen scaffolds would love me Where they take aim and swing like a baseball Bat. For this, I will walk my whole life in An iron shirt and find an ax handle for A legendary execution in the forest. I am no longer a child, you grave, Don't dare teach the hunchback, be silent. I speak for everyone with such force that the Roof of your mouth becomes heaven, That your lips crack like pink clay. I am no longer a child, you grave, Don't dare teach the hunchback, be silent. I speak for everyone with such force that the Roof of your mouth becomes heaven, That your lips crack like pink clay. Crack like pink clay.