If these walls could talk

by Sive Klaas   Feb 16, 2020

Ooh my Belle,
Like a bee bears honey.
Fussy in the hustle and bustles
The wall-street in absence of money;
But you
You plunder and ransack the bustle;

Look at these walls now.

'cause if i' d stinger
O' grotesque you'd be a stranger.
And I, a worthless corpse that wanders.
O' my belle, cease the pillage
Feed me flowers and roses

Cease it, cease it.
Cease it all.
'cause if these walls could talk now
You'd die of depression.


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