Epoch a Lipstick...

Here’s the arm of my giddy on… It’s a pity that’s it’s not what you’re expecting Inspections detected a mention Called weapons of mass destruction What freaking moron would build such things Pretending to tend to the important Beings Lending to send such meaningless meanings Keeping the freeKin’ fearing sound, on the ground? Displeased, the lipstick came out… Mislead was the message I shout! Inspections detected a mention That a moron’s moronic notion Is to control and rule the ocean… The vision was clear…. Pissed off and quick you hear… A big Mother took her kid by the ear. Nothing in the world did the poor chap fear Except the color of lipstick, the Mother would wear. Next thing you know There was lightening in the snow Zipper sounds from the clouds I say Lines in the sky and they made me sway The color of blue was to change this day. Oracle triggers triggered safety valves On maple leaves and written in halves Visions clear in the windless rain Nothing gets to work, if the works in vain. Drastic peace and solutions in the wind. Getty up Scout… Nothings perfect.