Come back
I lack
A head on these shoulders

Come back
Riddle me with rhymes
Fit all in your schedule

Vanish on the *****
Sold them the fabled gold
Sell me the sacred scroll

My mouth
Spits out
Tales of woe

In my
Third eye
Silver’s harvest gown
When it’***** or miss

It once
Ever flowing sub pump
Vanish we won’t know
Where are we now