The coordinated volcano
Knows when to blow the steam
When to burn the smoke
When to break at the seems
It can shut its leaks
And wait for the weak
When the coordinated volcano
Blows
The coordinated volcano
Knows when to blow the steam
When to burn the smoke
When to break at the seems
It can shut its leaks
And wait for the weak
When the coordinated volcano
Blows
Onion opinions
The popular trend
Begin again and again
With the same refrain
Said for days
A lazy sleep
Will wish me away
From the stinky options
Of spoiled onion breathe
Upon a delicate day
Casts shadows of death
Nasty conscience
In an empty space
Leave out the words
That gets forgotten
Just in case
Reign size
Is all a matter of perspective
If it does not affect me
Why should I be reflective
On a reign that is less of me
But highly offensive
Top holiday
Before the others
Has now been forgotten
As the stream flows
Faster for the
End of the line
Take the helm
In a shaky ship
Overseas
Of the blunder
Under the
Tip
Rigid umbrellas
Lie by the open door
As the rain sweeps in
From the city streets
We sit just in
Cold nights ascend
On New York City
Again
A merciful fool
Can be an instrumental tool
New to the frenzy
Yet slow to anger
What he is sensing
Me a fool
But merciful I hope to be
Sauntered hopes
Left behind
Picking up moments
In the nick of time
Walk back slowly
Around again
Healthy hopes
Once may win
16 fluid ounces
On a can
On a table
In a bar
Around the corner
Screams out
To drink