Tune In Drop Out
A tear for the effort.
Tune in. drop out…
Goodbye to the effort.
With lack of conviction,
Not to mention effort,
A change circled given effect.
Priceless became the blood filled
Sponge of inconsiderability.
Who’s baby’s mother ducked and weaved?
Where then lies the tedious insult
When fortune pens for humour and
The bouquet doesn’t always hide the hornet.