Acquaintance dumb it down you mind too much
The world is full of broken hearted fools
They cling to fantasy a flimsy crutch
The metaphor is mild and better rules
Youre wise to leave off prayer to graven ghouls
The christian blasphemies arent bible based
I reckon bloated asses rate as half arsed mules
The chapter headings pagan gods embraced
Your laughs and hers are happy free of haste
Theres lazy analogue to oxygen
In verse that buzz bit beyond and left ungraced
I reach to practical in proxy men
Two flowers are fixed on strands of lustrous hair
The blouse is flower themed she sits self aware
Chorus hair locks mane
