The tectonics eye-balled each other,
Out of the collision sprang a flower,
The fusion insignia with an aura of beauty,
Demons of a suitor jobless at twenty.
I am only a swarthy guy with a fat wood,
A mouse who feeds on the Bible as food,
My Oh My! Only a stick to make you happy,
No money, glitterati or a child in a nappy.
All great icons come from nothing,
I ask you to stick with me in thin,
And I will be with you in thick,
Auspicious guy whose ambitions seem sick.
Death gotta be easy if life is hard,
Love without the finer things shouldn’t be bad,
Patience then glamour will come at our door,
Like a death angel at the due hour.
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