If of course it were without question
Left up to me unanswered
All the right turns would surface at once
To make up for the loss
Of these nuts and bolts
So dear to my brain.
If of course it were without question
Left up to me unanswered
All the right turns would surface at once
To make up for the loss
Of these nuts and bolts
So dear to my brain.
To approximate a body count
Is a tall order for dwarfs
Of my very nature now
And to extrapolate on top
Of the cherry best on Sundays
Would be hammering truths
To the cross across the board
And back again for sure
For the following massive enema
Disguised as showing up for mass
All broken toy and sunshine cheeks.