rock we hung from a thread just to prove poetry undead we rendered ourselves perfectly suitable to public consumption once again you ve mistaken the minerals for cures confused the catechism with your chores my aim is only true when i m aiming at you we swung from a string just to prove poetry unreadable we rendered ourselves perfectly suited to public consumption a lesson to us all louise will not be faltering she craves a cul de sac to look back upon and so do we if i appear oblivious it s only cause i m blessed with the foresight to know that i knew you had been had before you were through being had go easy on me queen of languages please go easy on me queen of languages go 