A Request and a Serious Confession
Don't dangle me by the third finger
Nor dress me in fear's death robes
I am a speck of dust in ghastly winds
That still hope to cruse in steady flows
If pyjamas are the night's necessities
Make my plans daring Tasmanian devils
I don't fancy playing with the dead yet
For I still have a few big clicks to click
And a couple of fancy score sheets to tik
The epicycle storms in my little head
Are like date dancing with the devil
They spun me around up to heaven
And let me free fall back to my thoughts
I woke up each time broken into shreds
Embellished in decorums of grave disbelief
And hopping I am not haunted by a Doppelganger
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