The drive that settled the mumbling crowd
The sepulchral sound
This was the corporate counting their change
Chasing after trains
Gun holsters completely covered in dust
The face is burnt beyond examined, and belief
Strikes on the mud of existence
An illiterate examination of this would be a pass at life
Or miss this chance, counselor
That ******
Those accounts
Too many layman waiting to taste
The political dogma
Of dog's howl from delight
In Elderberry Moonlight
Finally woken up to the purple haze
Of signs and prodded by the ******* her shoulder
Telling its gonna be a good time
Really feeling free in her breezy relations
The childhood ignored all those mistakes
I am left for different strokes
Time's done, and time's now
Signs are changing shades
The lace bra still sticks around her weighty *******
The following gnome too short for her limited point of view
That's why we broke up too