I hate the sun it hurts eyes sears the skin
A bit of good a bit of bad in sum
The villain vacillates to lose yet win
The luciferase fish Id rather plumb
I stroll the filled in land in feeling glum
I fear Ill founder step in karmic jail
The people passing good as deaf and dumb
If brain assumes a sample small in scale
In mirror sometimes lives unhappy male
If Isis rules the dreaded menstrual rag
That fertile magic may two breasts avail
The lady boys toast her try not to gag
If summer sweat in my eyes renders ghosts
The people doubled play unwitting hosts
Chorus ghosts phantoms spectres
