See us all run towards

See us all run towards
The scene of the crime
we watch as all manner of
remnants and immoral gain
begins to rot gut out in the
visible open air circus
prison what more could a
growing boy need - More
dragons perhaps? A nifty
place to ride your cycle of
choice in the well wishes
of truth? - Or some
vastly colored cushions
betwixt our asses and a
hard place defined more or
less by definition - And
what of sweet Mothers rings
and the box she kept them in
low these many years of
space and talk of warm
leather makes my head hurt
but not as much as a cotton
candy dress built from a kit=