All Bow Down To The Leader Of The Great Depression

Oh don’t tell me your woes,
And I won’t talk it in prose.
We know more than we oughtta say.
Say we’re safe in the rhyme,
And there’s good within time.
Stay embraced to this worthy game.

I don’t think I thought about all the side-steps that resign me.

I’m not faking automatic loss and that just confines me.

Instead, we’re letting language lose all my lines that evade me.

I’m not crying out for duties passed out to reconcile me.

Pray there’s sweetness denied,
That didn’t peater behind.
We laid down all we thought was true.
And encased in the pride,
Is a feature retired,
I can’t picture that feature fried.

I’m fresh, preciously cornered off to all those who love me.

We’re less, than what we thought, and I guess that re-crowns me.

We’ll sell nothing more than what we owe, which flounders so greatly.

We’re lost in the dark without a clue of what it is that we’re craving.

I’m fresh off the breath off the tide that continues so slowly.

I got a villain inside that’s denied, he can’t hide he’s so lonely.

He’s gotta rip from the curse that it’s worse if he’s answering to me.

I gotta replay the source of the course that allows him to break free.

Time won’t lend me a hand,
Needs all 3 to break plans.
Leisurely lunging dance to dance.
Can we incite a dial?
To play dead when we smile.
Can we capture each playful mile?

And I bet all the sweat off your collars’ a reason to know me.

I’d say “lord, what a law that allows 1 to boost up to 30”

Numeracy’s a joke that I toast when a metaphor’s beyond me.

I can rely upon time to bounce back and to bite where it hurts me.

Impressed by the stress from the force that you favour so greatly.

I’m in debt to the nerve that absorbs all your talents intensely.

And the threat that allures is in terms both reversed for you and me.

I won’t climb up a wall that you toiled with and layered with soiled leaves.

I’m expected to style all your cavalry tiny sly insults.

There’s a term to describe how you find what’s in mind when your plan halts.

But no words are discussed, it’s unjust, just positioning new holes.

For the pigeons to mould and take hold of and envision you new goals.