Spun piñata.

You have a toe hold at the bar chords 

are coconut 

And are horses provided in providence 

a feather spun signing Me into its battery 

anger to locate the hoards of airport 

lounging .

.
when you have until noon to file a case 

the suspects printed and primed 

For wanted posters 

the assault course of life  

a piñata to Punch in and out at your discretion 

a melting iceberg to sculpt Into threads.