Blue Prayer

I smell a baby, actually they didn't care, oh, I'm sure, what if they smelled roses,

Feasting on lamb,

Beneath our lord,

Beneath me,

Trash in the sea,

But I love their women.

Little Pink

Sweet Rose, I write to you from a distant place, on the sea shore of the an island town,

I'm dreaming of fruit,

But I was rude the other day,

I wasn't your boyfriend,

So what could I do,

But not eat you?

What could I do?

Surely not incite conflict,

I'd have to wait,

Like a fisherman,

Out at sea,

I'd have to eat,

The,

God,

Fruit.