The Despair is where we are, Here and Now, Like the Snow, A Major North Eastern City would Plow,
Part Two is where we think we shall be, A Time, A Place, Where we can be Free
Not a single worry in the sky, No curry sold from the vendor street guy, Live, and Laugh, and Love as you will.
Because Part Three comes with our Death, if you Will, Part Three comes with the realization of a crisis,
Three parts of Bourbon, Two Lesson the Pain, One cut of a Surgeon, And no Glass of Champagne,
Now we are done, So happy, So full of Fun, Now we are done, and now we are here, It couldn't be better, We are in the Clear.
I enjoy the continual morphing of form you used
(post is archived)