he waits for the next number
his boot crushes all under
I'll never feel so far again
in absentia, bones wear thin
the graceful last thunder
of fortune's first blunder
amounts to nothing more than dust
a testament to buried lust
THIS ROOF NEEDS...
not shake up never wake up
gotawakdingawandingabow
not wake up never take up
gitranigabndiggawaowao
(approx.)
