In The Beginning Theirs Was Seats

Publish only with the debt of Humanity as the desktop of the Role Topped by the cold in present Now,

is the step of the stamp on a Passport to treat with the ports of training on the Curve of the skirts,

Blunt has in deed and in Action of the Staged to the C.D. gone to the marrow of my bone in the read,

Mr. Blunt did have and had had privy notes to exacts in the extract of lyrics to Tracks of Record,

on the Ten Cents of making the fame to the blast in and on the Island of dense a barrier on sacked,

yet in all of this close Shots of remains on the shirt a Chest in the primal of Pandora on Speaks is I.

The constant ignoring of a straight question answered that Earth is of place and Man has had baste,

buttered by shockers in the tunnels of dirt the scramble of treasure to the walk at the turf,

around the Merry of the Horse even nerved in the less of amounting to savory drugs,

people whom act to the Caste of the crawl is list of the Golden of showers to stall,

base of the d.g. in knowing of Wise parts in the wrench are the Tools of advised!!

So scent this to each of the billions of lives,

a head for the thing now called cell phone bids drives,

apply for locale by no tendency looked,

just stick in the swipe and go on to the slugged.

Mr. James Blunt I believe in Innocence that it is the base of belief on the Fence,

take from your Calendar the truth by the lies,

a Wall is the brick of the dates on the rides,

to be of no countenance yet lottery lip,

is for I to be clear with the Candor of Whip,

execution of words to bring with this learn,

is that Men have gone lock to the invention of Tin!!

Jingle that change in the pocket of Vest,

for in the importance of liberty and zest,

a spring for the present of Christmas today,

this gift of the hand slap to your face of dish play.

As each on the Iron of pleats that suit Sheep,

you have flocked to the bird and touched at the deep,

sworn with the sore of the callous your stab,

the guts of intestine to digestion of grab!!

To Whom Writes 'Reviews' in repeaters,

your task on this article is easy ignore,

for Fools are the Cards in the decks of Reporters,

a prancer to stimulate the rub in the salve.

Original Herb Cain made History of Name,

on the streets that do talk Jack Kerouac by Fame,

motor this Cycle to that CBS spoon,

swallow the attention for the World is at broom!!

Which in the market of better than lose,

brings to attention the lanes that won't move,

to be so in stream with Mr. Blunt groom,

for I say before than his agony is doored.

Protect whom you've chosen an Idiot at breeze,

for in the employment deployed for the fees,

gather around by the stick on a key,

the reel of Spinning is that kiss of Agreed!!