Superstar

Had it been for the rolling ball Elegantly you would slot with no shortfall Artistically you play with hearts Reaping a bumper to fill your huts Teaming up for other minds; hurts. Playing for thy lust wound to stitch, Isolate everlasting harm on the pitch Eschew a hit from the gun Rather than chewing the lethal gum, Castigate their state of illusion Igniting flashing lights of vision Nurture living minds to be broad Gather them till they see the road. Prick thyself on skin Leave and do to a pumpkin Agitate if you feel the pain Yet to me you leave infatuation stain. Emancipate self from storms of mischief Re-embark on strategies to combat grief