THE HOUND DOGS DON'T BITE
So go to the mountaintop
At three
And stretch out your hand
For thee
There within lies the flesh of Mother
The soul that traps your heart there too remains
Nothing left unscathed
Nothing left to match
You know what they say,
Mother Dearest
Won't you come home
To my solace no more?
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PARADE AROUND THE MASQUERADE
Fifty, Fifty lest you be so stingy
Holler for a change
Try and don't be so clifty
If you do, they'll only singe your name to change
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Rearrange, rearrange, don't let them holler at your derange
Holler to make way
Don't leave the poor for counterchange
Don't hit the hay lest you find Hemingway
The Perrier the passion play so the passageway
Run round like little stumps
Don't let the atmosphere cloud your airway
Munching you down the Earth with little chumps bolstered by your little bumps
Make way, the king to come
Rest aside, he will never succumb
NONSENSE
All of it
Ultimately, you will not mourn with them
You will weep your death with them
Those tears you leave down the fabric will not run to give them your heartache.
You will see your demise and you will witness your end without the world.
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.
You are not left behind the leading sheep.
Follow your light through.
The rumbles you leave behind with your scattered thoughts will not leave to form stars. Leave your scars behind and run with the light that calls you.