Flowers, I sent,. Were found dead on their arrival. The words, I said,. Inserted foot in my mouthful. So when, we dance,. My lead it ain't so graceful.
So you're a self proclaimed messiah. Or maybe a blasphemes liar. A clever hypnotic hoax. A hallowed heretic coax. Who tells these stories so old. No, never the same twice told.
Sun going up,. Making its rounds. It keeps on moving,. Painting the town. Before you know it,. She's sinking low. So tell me something . . .. . Something I don't already know.
My formal education. Never bothered. With my ABC's. Teacher student relation. Taught me all about. The birds and bees. . School boy fantasy. Lose control.