The Dollar Beds.
To repay my obligation on this earth,
The wild orgy behind my birth,
My Natural had the whim to wade,
The cozy-cosmos dollar beds.
Who cares Time if time passes away?
In gleeful green of the first May,
With moral burden on an inborn gay?
And dub orgasm in a composite bay.
The kings ask for the virgins to comply,
The priests approve the residues of the prize,
The gang-man, hang-man, the trumpet-major,
Blinding blunder operate the procedure,
To be dollared by bed in prancing shades,
Who needs bed-lock where beds are free,
As if a leased forest with thousand trees,
For Honey invites the money,
Like the cry of a sale with no farewell!
I never thought to create a reason,
The Black snake and the tigress are in the prison,
They hear no word of the foolish bards,
But bear the forbidden hell in their hearts.
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