O' life-
the red bushes of soft ecstasy-
O' my wounds ever sore-
blistering in the hot sun of December frosts-
O' glorious sadness-
the concrete beauty weeps-
O' joy-
my ocean of skeletons and dive bombing fish destroy the American-
O' fruit-
that grows from the earth bound with thy vein-
O' fair lady-
long hair flowing majestically in the spring breeze-
O' father-
who is a wicked crook that feeds on the thieves of my dreams-
O' you-
standing in the dry mud of song lessons-
O' weather-
cold on my neck where bugs surface-
O' Terror...