That was the Lätta tretio.
Barndoms-smör de-lux.
Zen arrives the hard thirsty-one.
It has H’d for twenty in tenty-too.
With advent chills and children.
Four lights too the oh so high.
So low that it makes it snow.
Packed powers to make it grow.
Slippery when wet is how I drove.
Then the flakes came around.
Full circle jackpots greenlighted.
It is all hand-ling the own hands.
So that one owns the clown-stands.
Rockets in the pockets finding sockets.
It is all hardcore rocks on the bitches.
At least until her partying gift switches.
It is them jugs straight for the jugular.
Oh you know it is only bleeding she.
Regular period all the way to the floods.
When the dam breaks and blue mods.
Fistbumps in the night so chock and ‘awe’.
Hold on tight with all her mighty law.
She comes crawling in the undies.
Me-owing like a princess in the blundies.
Oh good, the profit in je suis crystall.
Crossed over like a fighting corp-mall.
Doing the service for them di-a-monday.
As it is la dice best giggle funeral sway.
Clubs, hammers, caves and mines.
And some additional wordy lines.
All gold until it has grown old.
Heirless and completely bold.
Water and lime in the sunshine.
Where the youth is in no decline.
It is all spinnings and winnings.
Right round right here right now.
You are either a handler or an army.
A boyish love-me or hug fear-me.
All the way up in the stinkmist.
With her begging for her list.
It is borderline snowy and flaky.
All merry-go-round milky-shaky.
Shines is maybe not for them all.
Because some rocks take the fall.
But it is only for the springs.
The spiraling brain-wings.
Rivers flowing out in colours.
And in-sects taking it all as ours.
You know it honey, sweet as can be.
Ho ho ho, so white you can all see.
