Calligraphy too carousel.

Can’t believe you’d turn like that carosel 

how’s your career progression that sloping pole 

dont forget the yield sign the dancing girls reappear.

 must of been some kind of sweetener to turn a man

 I thought I used to know

 the one who can’t now look me in the eyes.
The chapel full of dirty doves a crying man awaiting Signals 

that might appear from up above that broken shrine tonight.
Call in the calligraphy to fix the fonts 

and with the gutters now gone the water runs 

and what was that mouses first profession.
Sing a gospel for the olive trees 

sing it as you follow the stream.

The heads that roll beneath the hollows 

the vinners on his knees.