You Come Up With The Title? Poem by Nate Orvis

Exhausted bodies fall to their knees,
With maniacal alphabet letters leading the way,
Hair is contorted by the careless breeze,
Punishingly forcing their victims to dance and sway,

We laugh, we cry, we jump and sing,
Feathers surrond her to make a soft, marmalade bed,
Oh, what would the little egg shaped piggies bring?
Perverted dreams of watching her rest her head,

Skies have turned blue, deep as the sea,
Like infesting flies, the bullets are on the rise,
Let's watch as the children hop and flee,
Turn back to your mothers, sweet infants, it's time to say goodbye.