I'll pilot this circus for the time being

if you promise to break my fall.

The passengers,

they don't see the dents in the hull,

they don't know the cumulative effects

ten-thousand days of collision yield.

Impervious as I am,

it still weighs on me.

I see how broken the others are,

and know they're not up to the task,

that they break so easily,

and are too preoccupied with the painto pilot us anywhere but to the ground.

So I step in, and do the killing for a while,

I am your reluctant king,

a lion among serpent dogs

who howl-hiss their boasts

to a confused assemblage

and believe the flea collars about their necks

are pilot wings or something more.

Just break my fall,

It's all I ask.

I don't need you too; it won't effect me

either way, it's just

a token of your gratitude.

It's just

a way of saying "thank you

for being our king."

Get to know the Shaman of Sexy on a personal level by checking out WWE.com as the "Dirt Sheet" star continues to share pages from his notebook of poetry with WWE Universe. See Morrison's first two poems in his poetry archive page on WWE.com