Azare
clerihew
If there is cause to fight
first things first
The future might be nice too
not knowing what it might turn to
Like singing birds
with sweet, sweet chants
Sweet flower your smile pricle my thumb
poison ithes me from your womb
Tick, tick, tick-clock
keep ticking am not in lock
Rage, rage, rage, keep pounding
I am not dying
Talk, talk, talk
the world is a market-walk
The walk, the talk, the clock
all alike....in mock!
first things first
The future might be nice too
not knowing what it might turn to
Like singing birds
with sweet, sweet chants
Sweet flower your smile pricle my thumb
poison ithes me from your womb
Tick, tick, tick-clock
keep ticking am not in lock
Rage, rage, rage, keep pounding
I am not dying
Talk, talk, talk
the world is a market-walk
The walk, the talk, the clock
all alike....in mock!
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