We'll not cry if you fart.
The smell can't kill us.
It can't even damage our noses.
We'll still have the smell
Of our mother's soup
Running in and out of our holes.
We'll not cry when we hunger.
What is money without peace?
Yes! We want to be wealthy.
Now we are endlessly wealthy.
But we are scared of nothing.
We are scared of the thieves at night,
And of the pointed fingers at daylight.
What is money...
You say I'm not walking in the
That I am not living right
That I am a mixture of all the
Well I know, how about I say some
You make your assumptions about me
You say you're...
Close your eyes and experience heaven, experience the
weather, the atmosphere, touch the magical trees, feel the animals that fly on
air, feel and touch the ones in the water and on land, think of your...
Beauty is an understatement for
You are a prototype of diamond
So valuable and precious before
Your bosom melts the stones
Even your smiles put armies in
You are an epitome of brimstone
Your lip bring forth lovely ointments
Finally, I'll drop my pen.
I won't write until the angels
blow the horn
I'll bow to pressure and give
tyranny a chance.
Perhaps, maybe this will be my
The tyrant coerce the pen
The journey; off the rail of fun,
Built upon the rock of affection.
Although have never had one but,
Imagination paved the way to conclusion.
The warmth that dilutes in cold,
Taking the soul to the realm of orgasm.