If you can’t stand the vent in around
Angels citadel you could catch a cold
Whilst waiting for a vision to take hold
counting Flags and whistling to
belles on the parade.
it’s time to buy a magazine and litter
Through a life that would you
left alone I’d tell you to take a running bath
With ice water or drink the forget me knots
You buy too wreath what you can’t take
I Feed flys overloading there short term synapse
From a hooked and protracted nose watching
The consciences streams leaving questions
of oxygen On that we’re agree to disagree .