As I walked over mossy plains
across much traveled rich terrains...

Billy Bromms is a borrower
You know the type I'm sure...

I type all day, and answer phones.
Just one of many, standard clones...

These diamond tears flush dreams of love away
Betrayal but a tea that burns my tongue...

Thy stench dost wrench the ardour from my soul
and make my blood more cold than icy snow...

Trapped like a beast,
served for his feast...

There is a magic place where you can learn
where teachers can be fair but often stern...

An ashen veil of night removes the light
as beauty takes her leave and still I grieve...

As I look down upon the earth
And see my life laid out from birth...

Oh dismal world you have me flung
into the deepest pile of dung...

The bond between child and mother
stronger than most any other...

As I strode out one Summer's night
I saw a man in sordid plight...