a world chasing its tail...

lame swirls bending the trail...

curled over trending bail...

claimed burls without a pail...

stained pearls inside this jail...

furls listening stumped by the mail...

breaking out to run about...

the pain creates cookies unbaked...

shoes untied because nobody tried...

and where to go because of the snow...

i can't be late for goodness sake...

somethings must be done...

fun things must become...

escape the torture that has captured..

tape the couture before the rapture...

silence is the quiet prize...

something required in my eyes...

if i can fix the broken, maybe everything can be smokin...

deadly prize...