Got sold steam its landed right right
Right rose stop comes up to choke us
Knee jerk to the real jerk
Shades in shadows of a too great land
Its here
In the chaos of some billionaires
Some stink among the weeds
Its good to slather on the mantis
Its good to rest upon the clean
With a timber built from ages
Something stirs within the leaves and it can rest upon the paper
Not to keep the seat the same so get up in
Lost love cools
In fact its only
Chambray that is gradually used to win
Lighten my love
Heat-up anger softens too
A whimper just gives in
Is this impulse grown from feelings
Or a cord within the spine?
A finger pauses on the fader
When its clear the mix is fine
Upshot pot is good for steaming
Not for airing out the gear
A shielded garden gets no liquid
Just a window to the light so let it in