Where poppets drink from fountains fraund
And you sit like smart upon a glass of lines
And dollars fold to catch
Looking in bins of water stains to smart
A smile you give
And madness begins to cover evil
like ego dance on table glass....a liquor
your time has come to hush
as a sweet tune of life
And mistakes save a bid in time
And devil forkes has no shouts,of you
Nor a pin prick to a finger pain
This will remain as a reminder
of a cold rainey night
As bullets got your Soul.....to die...to keep as you.
As tomorrow will be as tomorrow of you.