Why do all
these tiny little decorations
elude me?
Shouldn’t they be
dramatic staring
wide eyes, alerts, moons?
Or drums of war?
Why do all
these tiny little decorations
elude me?
Shouldn’t they be
dramatic staring
wide eyes, alerts, moons?
Or drums of war?
Why do all
these tiny little decorations
elude me?
Shouldn’t they be
dramatic staring
wide eyes, alerts, moons?
Or drums of war?
Tonight everyone’s
urinating frou-frou
laceworks
and beautiful printed autumn
leaves.
They are illusions
and they’re going to end
badly drenched.
Tonight everyone’s
urinating frou-frou
laceworks
and beautiful printed autumn
leaves.
They are illusions
and they’re going to end
badly drenched.
Why do all
these tiny little decorations
elude me?
Shouldn’t they be
dramatic staring
wide eyes, alerts, moons?
Or drums of war?
Tonight everyone’s
urinating frou-frou
laceworks
and beautiful printed autumn
leaves.
They are illusions
and they’re going to end
badly drenched.
Why do all
these tiny little decorations
elude me?
Shouldn’t they be
dramatic staring
wide eyes, alerts, moons?
Or drums of war?
Tonight everyone’s
urinating frou-frou
laceworks
and beautiful printed autumn
leaves.
They are illusions
and they’re going to end
badly drenched.
Tonight everyone’s
urinating frou-frou
laceworks
and beautiful printed autumn
leaves.
They are illusions
and they’re going to end
badly drenched.