Halfway to the altar
We recognize a familiar face:
One of wanton unwanton violence and disdain
The filtered water tastes like machine oil
And I’m worse off for it
So are you
So are you
So are you
Then take care of it!
No wonder no one knows–
It’s a jaundice case!
Let the levity fliy
Let the wings be sutured back on
Let some chickns pass
