Tacks for tails.

So you wish to cause a argument in these 

Empty four walls distrupt the foundation 

the pyramid of tacks for tails 

When the quill can’t quite flow across 

The page you build From the spine 

Of the first lettered page.

seamstress itching to sew the downside of Life 

Passing Stones on your wayward adventure

where roads set in straight lines all look the same 

And you haven’t washed those emperors clothes 

In days.

When the quill can’t quite flow across 

The page you build From the spine 

Of the first lettered page.