Aug 10, 2006 23:29
Crackling oat bran
You too gave your life
For your lady’s final dance
You let her consume all she could and
discard the rest
The final stages are the worst before the best
These crunches will never be told to mother unless she reads this
No, it will not numb the flavor
For enhancement is the Waiter
And the constants I am running
Variably will be defying