As I walked over mossy plains
across much traveled rich terrains...

Orange blossom showers
On organza silk...

These diamond tears flush dreams of love away
Betrayal but a tea that burns my tongue...

Thy stench dost wrench the ardour from my soul
and make my blood more cold than icy snow...

Trapped like a beast,
served for his feast...

I type all day, and answer phones.
Just one of many, standard clones...

There is a magic place where you can learn
where teachers can be fair but often stern...

The bond between child and mother
stronger than most any other...

As I look down upon the earth
And see my life laid out from birth...

An ashen veil of night removes the light
as beauty takes her leave and still I grieve...

As I strode out one Summer's night
I saw a man in sordid plight...

Oh dismal world you have me flung
into the deepest pile of dung...