~ You strange ****
You ****** ****
You‘re something else, you
You might not be well

The self-preaching
Was getting old
Even when it was new
They all knew

There is something
Wrong about your English
Something makes them wonder
If you‘re really all in there

When one said you were trash
You thought the cynics would
Make everything better
It never did last
~
Scary girl with big buns
On her shrunken head
Thinks you better quiet
And only listen instead
~
The dwarfs cursed you
To the ******* ground
You slime, you puke
They burn and bury
You to the very ground

Those kisses were curses
You stupid slime, you
The guardian never watched
Over you to stop the blackness
Which crept unto you

Now you‘re some tainted ****
And they all know you‘re untrue
And they drool acid on you
~
When the brain deters
From all that filth in your mind
You‘ll realize the bacteria
Will make you go blind
And as you sink in the water
You've once walked on
Your stupid ****** up fans
Will all be gone

She had whor'd in the night as a boorish pig
Feelings unchanged the whorish pig
A distant lover still in hand
But the colours now are much too bland

Their two hearts resonate in emotional key
When will she come back? When will she be free?
Late at night she arrives back home
Only to wake, in morn to freely roam

The repulsive act of selfishness
Leaves every kiss a bitter kiss
And as her soul dries up; shrivels away
He may revive her; return someday

When they feel each other, the comfort does show
The bond fights; repels the martyred foe
Emotional key enriches their mind
Connectivity demonstrates the soulful kind

She had came back at night with the love still burning
He was waiting in the kitchen, his stomach churning
As she walked up to hug him, he asked where she'd been
She said, "Nowhere, love. I have been right here."

Into the delusion of night,
Our minds in the midst
Of euphoric delirium,
****** bright

Smoke of shroom dust,
Upon the loft
Ourselves the plant in brain,
Implanted within ourselves of cells

The invisible cells no longer,
As we glow in the rectangular prism
Free and breaking through,
My mind melts in mush

Sphinx statue sits still,
In his unChristly  pyramid
For a millennium we dilatatur,
Swept into a World already left behind

*Nosmetipsos plantarum in cerebrum,
Nosmetipsos plantarum in cerebrum,
Nosmetipsos plantarum in cerebrum

Animi futui, Animi futui . . . Animi futui
Animi futui, Animi futui . . . Animi futui

Blue night, Wind blows
Black night, Echo crows
Tongue of rite, Sky snows
Prayer for light, No one knows

Sleepless night, Sad loud nose
Brain quite light, Bled of rose
Blistered night, Friends are foes
Wakening fright, Cracking tree boughs

Do not dream, Wake and dream
Wake and dream, Your friends are here
Cracking foes, Dispensary shows
Tossing their heads, In a salad bed

Storm to bed, I've been so damp
I sleep the feathers, Near closet plant
Force my face, In this tender snow bed
Feed off my whiskers, For I must be fed

My lady, she can't get o'er me
My lady, she can't get o'er me
My lady, she always wanna be
My lady, she can't get o'er me

My lady, she got no more time
My lady, she thinks she's all fine
                . . .  thinks she's all fine

My honey, her heads all o'er
She's been searching for that four-leaf clover
She's been searching for that four-leaf clover
But it's nowhere to be found

Love stings but hornets can heal
Gorgeous woman, she do wanna feel
                                                 . . .  feel
                                          . . .  oh yeah

Love can sting but I can't go
Gorgeous woman, I did have ya so
But you ain't mine no more . . .
You ain't mine no more . . .

My poor lady, she'd been hurting
My poor honey, she'd been caught me flirtin'
Sweet gorgeous, there's no more groovin'
I'm sorry baby, there's no more groovin'

O' lady, you'd best be through'in
O' lady, you'd best be through'in

O' lady, we'd best be through'in
O' lady, we'd best be through'in

O'lady you'd best be through now
O'lady we'd best be through now

We'd best be . . . .  . . . .
We'd best be . . . .  . . . .
We'd best be . . . .  . . . .
We'd best be . . . .  . . . .
We'd best be . . . .  . . . .

*O'lady we'd best through
And outta the moonlight
Oh yea, Me and You
We'd best be through