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