Perchance to Dream is full of sh*t Still, lovely singers twine around Dancing glitter without a sound Many shiny things abound I have no where to sit Glowing mermaids dance in trees A figure filled with bumble-bees A horrid window halfway clicked Mother dances apathies up and down the apple trees freshness smelling made me sick Mother, let me down real quick Fishie Face, swings from a branch of my Mother�s four foot ranch Stationary fills the halls Voices pounding in the walls A stanza flooding half conversed ......I feel immersed Moth er-adicate the bees climbing from beyond the walls dancing on the six foot falls and kissing all the scabbed-up knees of all the cursed travesties oh why oh why must I be mes Silly, pop a Tylonal
