©PMcCoywrites

When she acts like she’s calm.
She takes her time.
Before she begins to spread her alms.
Uncovering her true colours.
Let her be her true colours.
Let her be free.
All round the aisle she farts;
'cause she feels free.
She smiles so suddenly like the sun.
These are her truest arts.
When she uncovers her true colours;
you’re half safe.
When she covers her colours;
you're crassly unsafe.
Don’t make her seem serious.
When all she needs is to be free.