Silly Richard
Walls that cry at graffiti
Doors to never never learned
And a puff of magic stuff, we...

Named iconoclast
Just to satisfy
Miserable notions of thorns in the looking glass
And a terrible howl, from the joke we took for misery

Dear dear, little Richard
What has the time when you yawn, but doesn't like it when you due
And knows the terrible truth to be a noisy tooth, you pardon?
Angel's and the mistake in your pants from here to...

Lions or lies, the tender trap we see
Is a memory of decency we found, for a lip
That has no bread for a day similar, and made to ***
Could this tear of mimicry, be a shadow of what is?

Playing with the matches one day
The devil came to ye, for an insight of cold shoulder's and intimation
Places we have known together, smell briefly like you may
We enchasten to smoke and doors, and paint and spit...

Mystique or antique, we know the briefness of a sad face
That has never had a friend with a belly to enthuse
Pipes dear Richard, are best wound around a finger like a taste
For misery in the open, and a smile that ruled the house, for lose...

And lose we did, the name of the wind that made you careless
But never did we seek the bolt of cloth that made you fear
A single baby finger looking for more, than a shame to bless?
Where are my slipper's and could shoulder's rhyme when we hear?

Jack and Jill
Went up a half, past
And have a pale reason, till
The cold is foreign, and hot is ,our, sass