Hints for crooning pigs
A melody is in the words you speak
And melody itself is like a word
Indeed the word that everyone will hear
Aesthete and villain, child and sage, the same
The nose forgot giraffes beneath the pond
And who among us doubts that she was right?
The rhythm finds where reason's wall is weak
A Trojan horse concealing thoughts absurd
A soothing voice to calm a savage fear
The subtle introduction to a game
Mere verbal ploy to hook up with some blonde
My bitter pills are swallowed with delight
So when I can, I give my words a tweak
It doesn't matter if some meaning's blurred
I only need to draw my quarry near
Come, Moth, I'm masquerading as a flame
I promise visions from the realms beyond
A band of crystal camels is in flight.
2007-11-30
09:16:42
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