My Life

Bog the Fountain to the Mud that The World swirls with the Vintage speak of Christianity on stead,

in that it is a Revelations to the Duty of the Psalms on the Proverbs herd,

in spout of the Short to the Verse of the Luke it is on the Salts to the Pill lore of Stone,

that is the Inch speed to down the Fetter and In Crease the stem of Wander.

On a Gypsy parade the Tinker is the Horse of the Toby gone Sly to tug the Hames at Home,

in harness of the Carriage a Foot storm to rein the Thunder of the galloping shown,

as the Shine is of the Glycerin Clean to bank that is the Sheep in the comfort of Pastures,

on the Snakes in the Window the Sun swa the Peace of the temper in the Tubs that did Here.

A great to the ways and the Seed that flower of the Road to death of the gate,

for the Slammer asked and the Mails spake to the Empty and the sear,

to divide the Fireplace spoke of the Flame,

to quest of the Britain on the American steam.

Half Moon Bayed to hound the Fox at the Cost of the Public school in its Hay,

straw that bedded nothing to simple back any path to brave the patch as a dime,

to that I state that any and every Fact is the Trailer with a buggy hitch to spill,

to drain the clod as the sand in the Which is the Candle and which is the Feared!!

Style of the information tells the Comma Cause to spell the Comet as the landing got Full,

grounds tht speak to the dirt as the river is the moving of the Water in the over`d Coal,

as the Volcano blows its Top so does those Rocks in the melt ooze to the froze,

a Million Ten in the Thousand grave on the times of Too as the chap is of an Anchor sleep.

Grand is the Creek with a rain scene of the rise to gorge a Stream with an Ocean on the horizon,

for these are the shores of the Paper found pens to Ink the stature as the Posture of Rave,

a dance while the World is stuck in the Dance of Tomorrows.

Present and Accounted Fort to Walrus design speech of an Elephant to the coffee Table rooms,

in this there are Cable Cars with Bing that heart of the San Francisco Mister to trust with Value,

as the Kings are the Sanity in the Courts of the Tonk a Toy the Life of the sound is the Harbor,

to fleets of the Slain as the Christian Catholics the Sprain I Will Up the wrap on the Trouble,

a Summed difference that More's Code to the language of the blood in MY Vein!!

The gold of the street in the pants that shown the Timber to sell I place a hug to the trust of Love,

for without each and every single dime Quarter on the Calendar I would have surely rude`d today,

but for the lace of the leather the high Heels and the Restrooms the patience and the leads,

from the Tell to the entirety the People that the World hates most The Homosexuals, The Whores,

these are the persons that brought to me the Peace that hugged me daily.

As that is being Naturally spoken it is left not to the Media as that is a given pot of boilings,

lies and seats that laugh the deaths off like the fat of the Ice Cream melted to served,

the shopping for the barrel the media should be family to the rifle as there lies the bullets stung,

shocking application to empty trousers from the waist to the Pre-Recorded cut throat trebles.

Did the Verse beget the smooth of the Talk show case to Upped a stiff by the crate,

in nails and hammers the bench of the fount is to be of Instructive measure not Cancer,

as the pyre is burnt by the foe so is the Sewn ripped by the Thread in a signal of under Wire brahs.