Miss King is fat
with flesh, flesh...
I like to see a little girl
playing with her brother's friends...
As the chittering grows
From the jittering bugs...
You are
Winter...
In a sweet and silent slumber
Neath the waves you pulled us under...
I am the Pirate, sailing the seas
I am the sharks, waiting the feast...
The empty playground
yields no laughter here...
Of one thing I am sure,
The days of your tyranny are almost done...
I suppose it was the temptation
My Desire for things I couldn't grab...
I can whisper to you all my
inequities and...
Pink candy canes and butterfly kisses
Close your eyes darling, fulfill all your wishes...