Dahling . . .

With the dull mirage greeting me
I care for none but my dreaming tree

I search for you in a fragile world
But why should I again care,

No I am not mean but I do dare
To tell the truth and to swear

Go to sleep just to keep
Some points so blank
These thoughts too deep,

Try and hide so tell those lies
Act like spies trying to analyze,

Closed the gates for all my mates
Found me to stake so those smiles to fake?

You left me bleedin, dahling . . . please take me in
Mom says don’t play with your food
It’s a sin, it’s a sin,

Now why the wait just open the crate,
Don’t lay the bait please gobble me straight,

Those beans I did not spill so I cannot fulfill
In me is no power, no will as I lay on the platter for you to kill.