Slap faces like an angel
Simply twain, simpler powers
Sit in the sun, like a smile for the devil
Agony, of an oily smile
Sit to once, upon nothing more...
Hap and adage, require you, of a while
Meaning no-where's step, for a curious war...
Anything, everywhere at once...
A promise to shed, a tear
Through and through, before life begun
The love and misery, is a magic, to fear?
And shown to chew the thought
Is a mystery, of reality, so fated?
When poor is such, aren't we a death sought?
We said the cope, of another world
Suggesting only, the question's we were
Given pride's notion, specialness's devotion; is a fears lover, ever early?
Little Bo Peep, is wearing your underwear...