How many winters cold each day no dinner.. cold unfolds.. again.. blanket.. lets me thank it.. hide this war.. hide this war..
Hungry living.. never dinners.. Friday drunk.. declaring winners.. same as eons said before.. none win.. what is war for?!
Dreaded shot.. beheaded in mania of fault.. an Edsel chases pretzel venders driving old pillars of salt..
Toy wanted since eight years perhaps long before.. grown twenty years gets his real toy.. for real war..
Suction from a social vacuum.. deduction smoked and dead.. refuse.. onto abuse.. obstruction.. what some crazy said..
Forms ghosts of beginnings when winners left the cave.. defined creations every station.. yet no souls are saved..
Serious as told they were demons checking in.. making sure they impress those who have some social spin..
Jimmy Rogers known ‘Fireman Jim’ with his good song.. sings to thirty year old children purple dappled beard..
Happily he sings for moments gone where liars steered..
Gone from the peaceful world.. believers who won’t lie.. it will be right.. no lie speaks.. truth can never die..