the door again will create the sound
of my soul profound bark as the hound
i came around, round me I and I is dizzy
also a missy sometimes pissy
why not
i am thin as lizzy
rather skinny i can‘t eat
it all smells like some rotten feet
smiles all across miles and more will follow
disgusting the sky as my eye sees none
can‘t sing anymore it‘s all so plain my restless pain
constrain fame is my brain so lame as encoders
will force as i get older some i heard dry out colder¬
