Ring Around the Rosy
The world is full of funny imps
I just don't understand it sometimes.
they frolic about me
ignorantly
triangularly circling
berserking
singing each of themselves their own pritty song...
but it is not pretty when you do not belong!
when the songs resound
a chaotic pound
upon my brain
Am I Insane?
They throw roses down to the earth!
All of them pose persistently on from birth!
Their soft petals ripple
a wrench shall clench their metal nipples;
frisky
funny
imps