Once you go deep brown,
You truly don't turn around.
So go and vote for deep blue—
At least then you'll have 'Spew.
Come, Lily, blossom for me,
For you're the key to setting me free.
Or, make me the queen bee,
So, I can bring you honey tea.
No one can liberate us from sorrow;
Empty words make agendas hollow.
Go— search for the polestar to save mañana,
Or be ready to be bread for the Chupacabra.
Once you dive too deep into the brown,
You will know the game set by the clown.
As the clown acts like the Joker, creating venom,
The Joker hides his throne behind a 'veil of denim'.
So come on, Lily, blossom me soon,
Before the dusk of the full moon.
And before the month of June,
Make me a saint, free from the goon.
