WINE AND GATES
Who'm Got A Shoulder For Their Birthday?
Militant soap opera
Looking for Mister Right
Just to fate a truth's oddity
Look hard and fast, the tooth you use is might
Sweet candor, at the cost of poignancy...?
Spelled with capital letters, the human coil
Is a reply only given, by a choice loaned a handsome
Curiosity and carnal baring, a host to determine if religion is a foil...
To a kings haunt, the tale of youth with a superior ear?
Meant in driving rain, the thunder in the east of decision
Taking the time, no the assumption of victory, is like a whetted year
Of prides consumption of a banal life known well, for a worldly intimation
Threads and soap go so well...
Tongues to twist and pout, shout a night has come...
Took avoidance is a rhyme alive and sitting on a bell...
Naked children in the lime, does a rage know when you are one...
Cream on sunny eggs, craps
Stirred coffee with butter, poo's
Dinner for singing fish, to look for an oil, perhaps
Told bull's of a chance to know a mate, you's
And a round hall of being and character's sins
Silence in score thousand lands with a peeking day
Meant in frays of heed, if not heat of sublime actual, the winds
As if a callous hint for cowardness is the gambling of a whimsical may...?
Potatoes of peace?
And the arranged moment of a dime being placed
In the bank of yet and soul, the table of sincerity, west?
And in the shade of a native tree, the curse of decency paced...
What happened here?
Todays lip for a sulking heart of curiosity
And the wages of fear...
Which when added up for a night's take, are you country or city...?
Maybe another time...
Future antics and novelty of a kindness to sit
Witnessing the cure for silence, is a hands crime?
Look hard indeed for a reason to, it...
And you find a person of toil and interest...
Spare and deeming duty, with a role of voice if not victory
Of a sport of delineated eyes, the truth in motion for a guest
Is a prolific mercy so vague, terrible or angry; that orders to a history...
Want, the both of burden in a careful lead to avaricial arts
Entertaining only a time to weal, isn't erudite the thought of mutual inclusion
Of a sincerity to confirm, the existence of a rogue sentiment we started with
Is the death of cares guardian ours, or the fight for a prowess amid intrusion?
Adding a friends embarrassment, for a naive lark?
Severeness, a militant thumb from the longevity of happenstance?
Totality of a choice, given only once in madness's dark?
Swallow your pride one lesson at a time, tonsils, the cares of war are a trance...
Looking for Mister Right
Just to fate a truth's oddity
Look hard and fast, the tooth you use is might
Sweet candor, at the cost of poignancy...?
Spelled with capital letters, the human coil
Is a reply only given, by a choice loaned a handsome
Curiosity and carnal baring, a host to determine if religion is a foil...
To a kings haunt, the tale of youth with a superior ear?
Meant in driving rain, the thunder in the east of decision
Taking the time, no the assumption of victory, is like a whetted year
Of prides consumption of a banal life known well, for a worldly intimation
Threads and soap go so well...
Tongues to twist and pout, shout a night has come...
Took avoidance is a rhyme alive and sitting on a bell...
Naked children in the lime, does a rage know when you are one...
Cream on sunny eggs, craps
Stirred coffee with butter, poo's
Dinner for singing fish, to look for an oil, perhaps
Told bull's of a chance to know a mate, you's
And a round hall of being and character's sins
Silence in score thousand lands with a peeking day
Meant in frays of heed, if not heat of sublime actual, the winds
As if a callous hint for cowardness is the gambling of a whimsical may...?
Potatoes of peace?
And the arranged moment of a dime being placed
In the bank of yet and soul, the table of sincerity, west?
And in the shade of a native tree, the curse of decency paced...
What happened here?
Todays lip for a sulking heart of curiosity
And the wages of fear...
Which when added up for a night's take, are you country or city...?
Maybe another time...
Future antics and novelty of a kindness to sit
Witnessing the cure for silence, is a hands crime?
Look hard indeed for a reason to, it...
And you find a person of toil and interest...
Spare and deeming duty, with a role of voice if not victory
Of a sport of delineated eyes, the truth in motion for a guest
Is a prolific mercy so vague, terrible or angry; that orders to a history...
Want, the both of burden in a careful lead to avaricial arts
Entertaining only a time to weal, isn't erudite the thought of mutual inclusion
Of a sincerity to confirm, the existence of a rogue sentiment we started with
Is the death of cares guardian ours, or the fight for a prowess amid intrusion?
Adding a friends embarrassment, for a naive lark?
Severeness, a militant thumb from the longevity of happenstance?
Totality of a choice, given only once in madness's dark?
Swallow your pride one lesson at a time, tonsils, the cares of war are a trance...
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Who`m Got A Shoulder For Their Birthday?
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