On October 15, 2013
You took your golden shield
so proud you were flashing it high,
but the words that you can't say
are publicly available now
but not adaptable by you,
I'm so grateful.
Good for you to join the rest
in the clobber's row.
You gave your dog a name
and took it to visit a fairground,
but a thing that you can't get
is all in the open now,
still not adaptable by you,
I'm so grateful.
Sounds like a perfect play,
the rest may keep your toy.
You can't wait to make it up all again,
try to walk my way;
hearth like the led, face like the marble,
it makes a perfect game.
You can't hold to show it around again,
and to speak my pain;
the feet to crush, the hands to hang me,
it's a perfect fucking game.
