Well of life, oh well of life!!! Spring me thy vibrant blamelessness,
For am I amyss? Wishful to Pius beliefs? That theres a queen, not a thief?
Staring at her screen as me!!!
Consternation in unbelief?

Gathering her end day fears!!!

Shall she pike near?
And hitchike mine hazy distortion?
With our love would be proportion,
No distortionary tyrant to ourn view!!!
Sleeping silently in our room,
Being as just small wombs!!!

Acquisitive and itchy to our next step!!!!

For tis this I have wept,
Thinking over and over,

For wheres thine four leaf clover,
For mine good Irish luck?

Trapped in the ducts of civilation lost?

For what's thy cost old globed ball see'r?

A pound or a ruby?
A million in cash?
Or cheap movie?

For I'd give you mine all to basque in ones appearance,

A PRI maddona I strive in all
Contrivance.....