What uncanny knife cut the pustule away?
This pursuitless truant
Was there
Holding a tray. But didn't see
Who let out grace fall like chicken heads.
It's a shame for us
To allow hammers ring
As it pipedreams.
Don't wanna see
This needle dig
Boxes and make that friendship.
(Didn't know, did we?
Swallowed fast the first rum
So quick.
It was abundant fun --
Was filled to the neck, wasn't it? --
Well, spit out the burnt-out taste.
Rumours are in the blue
Following a death by chocolate?)
