AN: if 'she's not breathing' is reading this can you try and explain what you meant by your last review in 'Lobotomy.' i didn't quite understand.
Baby atoms like to know
whether they can grow into a plague.
Nursery rhymes are redefined
to greet Santa Claus who died-
you know you didn't cry- of cardiac
attack. Jacked. The tooth fairy- ever so merry-
didn't come because of the gum
which was blown into a brace.
So simple solution- we sit down to grace.
Problem is- you're an atheist.
You see, reason keeps the earth
a-bound. It's all been proven
and found, to keep the lines of our
palm trees rooted deep, dug
and made smug into the ground.
For when the truth comes up-
we can all be grounded.