The automobile that interrupts music
To offer Gratuitous help to better
read your palms that are ringed
On behalf of the fibrous blended Intimacy.
With tea measured out upon a star
Unlike the tea bags and tagged knaves
As I shout showing my mast made lunacy.
Halo’d enjoyment the only catch I can’t have
As Refilled teapots stacked with Historic retort
the lion that opened up doors again at the midday sun.
As brushing broom and owls beginning to stir
As day time means it’s Trying to sleep
and find its way to a slumbering mind.
Beware of praying at false carbon nations
And measuring our Temples in inches and feet.
With thermometers so close to hand.