Swirly
Ladidadidaidia
Spinny spin spin
Down down down
casting shadows
On the ground
Rhythm juxtaposed my youth
Fasting to prevent misuse
Abuse will come as age does to
And now I can be set loose
Loose to ravage, pillage, storm
Spinning like the tornado cone
The eye of the storm is the eye of the beholder gone mad with anger at the travesty
Ladidadidaidia
Losing all hope
Fresh with the scent of flowers
Hoping for the end
Playing in the green grass
Waiting for someone to care
Playing with the little doggy
Knowing no one is there
End me, before I become too happy
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