My girl you go with the going on sane
For now that it is not to think we went
To hell with having Earth experiment
How to **** our blessed bettering brain
By bringing up the rear of children's pain
Medication shame to game argument
For risk rewarding mates in raking rent
Due to land with Lord as a drop of rain
I stick out like a tongue sore to drain
An abscess of the fluid verse repent
Sins of self sufficed to say discontent
With tasteless tears streaming beverage vain
To sense before now given to intent
That it reads you mine again and again.