Nothing to write home about
No one to hear out
ye frequent pouts
Which habitually compel
Ye to welcome alone
Anyone there to come on out
Moments as ye boldly approach
anew ye slowly steps out
finally ye that of enlist being
Whom worth writing home about

Ooh gawd til then reproach now
through past time approach my future
hence I'll always have yesterday
Through which I'll do better today
Though I hope tomorrow await me again

Oh gawd
may gawd be with ye
Whom at set odds
toward demibeing lent sin
Sway gods be swift ye

Oh gawd it would appear that black time don't matter to oppressors
though there should be a law against being rudely subjected to hurry up and wait while black

Ooh gawd hold yuh horses nightmare I'm trying to count sheep out to pasture before impending stampede

Through metaphoric suggestion take heed that though a pain in the ***
luv will never die cause ye can't **** a word that's evidently unable to support effort, be touched or contacted after failure.

Dnr blissful task at heart in session
Dnr what was my time because anew life afoot
Dnr what's seemly dreamless and painless
Dnr my breathless yield toward impending wake theme
Dnr because I need to behold whom through unfettered rest to lay my consciousness down
Ooh gawd toward my only outspoken dawn do not respond