OH we wiggle and we jiggle

OH we wiggle and we jiggle
and we shake and we quake
amidst the lonely and the
souly and the desire of what
they make - once the heart
is robbed of passion and
the deed is mute of fashion
only then will our admittance
gain acceptance to the void

- The void of truth the void
of gravity the void of Time's
great grandparents whose virtues
include what soulmate we
possess in a gravy worth it's salt.