Strum dee dum.
Riddling fun.
Ho hum.
Inescapably Glum
For some.
One, two.
This is new to you.
I woulda knew
Which way it blew
When it said Toota-loo
If not for living in my pseudonym.
All the things I do for him
I'd do to you.
So who do you
Trust so much?
Him, then, when he flew to you?
Or all her honesty when she said 'Boo' to you?
Is to live to die or to fly?
Is it a fine time
To drift into the skylines
Of a metaphor?
Graffiti on my sign
Leaves me a set up for
Divine lines
Of mine lies.
Nine lives of truth
Are down eight
Soon consumed in due time.
Soon a lifeline unrefined.
Soon a sand dune undefined.
Soon resigned.