There was a box
And out there popped
A man
Named JACK
Ack!
As he stabs You
In the Back
A clown
As painted, his face
Lips so read
You, wonder "how it tastes"
Possibly, a rare red steak
Fork absorbed, it is all
It takes
Crack the wishbone
Call out thy fate!
Then it was the chance of the other dinner plates...
Spin! Spin!
Whistle, the tea pot on the kettle
Black, now red is the meddle
Loud is the harlots cry
And special
Red streets red for more
What is two ? It is before three
But is three, at least
Any way, you can see it
To be it ?
Once you deplete it,
On a nail to the door
Blood!
It spills, forever more
A sword, they died, there all
Never thought to cross the maze
No, not I to see
Yet, what is it to bleed?
To need?
To express, a Will?
And push to beat,
Of a time-space spell
By the heart are you knelled
That woman is yours!
For her, you got down on all fours
After hidden worlds explored
Who needed God?
Splendor was when SHE was on all fours
Be a cock-hold, own the stores
The bill is what is yours
With-out an eye to see the angles
It all hangs, tick tick
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