Next century he says, I’ve been waiting for too long, to hear this sad, sad song, I was wondering, when the next thing echoed out, and I’m forgetting, when the next thing happened, you know it, a bar next Friday, he claimed it, unchained it, let it feast among the lambs, three dead birds, sacrificed, and I’ll cry, let go of this dream, and its a harsh reality, I thought we would wait till next century, for introductions, how are you’s, and how would you greet me’s, and C’s, D’s, its all good to me, and while that happened, forced to act, the next thing shouted out, said would you meet me, beneath these, clean sheets, and finish me’s, and the next thing you know it, he woke up, and he was a man, a summer in Afghanistan, it echoed out, and it really was, some wild stuff, the things, people tried out, was sort of nice, how they can, play it twice, its a good time, do you want in? I think not, I’ll see how far I can get, before I have to settle for it, allow it, to infect me, drain me, of my energy, inside, is a great beast, who hungers, for real flesh, it’s quite fresh, and the, next, thing, echoed, outside of my room, I don’t want to shout, but you’re creeping me out, and a third thing echoed out, don’t make me shout, we’ll kick you out, everything is about this love, and maybe, I’ll answer, next century,

And you know what he said to me, he said the three wise men of Galilee, came to me, said they want to go home, said we don’t have enough, to walk all this way, but I’m not sure, if I can live this life again, in the matrix, he fakes it, and the next guy takes it, such a shame, could have made quite a name, for that sweet fine thing, just strutting around, showing her stuff, tell me when the bid is up, forty thousand, and the last thing echoed out, then there was a shout, an I don’t want to live with myself, ask nicely, maybe we’ll share, this sweet bread, introduce me, to your family, and he thought, he’d have to save that, for the next thing that shouts out, creeped me out, always wanting to touch, he came on my couch, said be gentle, don’t let the bad guys in, or he’ll take everything, he’s quite greedy, the demon beneath me, he said quietly, don’t shout, I’ll never let you out, how long is the journey, from you to me, and what’s beneath this, did she want it, or what’s the next thing we’re shouting, you dropped it, I forget if you caught it, water to wine, let me in, show me everything, and he came thirty thousand times,

Just a poet and his rhymes, who is he? Is he with me? When’s the next day he’s working, should I show him in, ask him if he’s a gatekeeper, for these yellow pearls, and the weird things they let me into, they forget who’s, next in line, for that lovely crown, will I get a medal? If she showed me, expected me, to go through with it, these little kids, oh how sweet, my mommy, sounds to me, said he came to me, and asked if I wanted to feed, said three seeds, then I’ll make you my queen, too early, to show me, you’d have to get to know me, and art echoed out, you don’t need to shout, it’s not that beautiful, good luck, knock thrice, maybe he’ll let you out, just to see, what you’d do to me, this fine evening, the holy maiden, and all the good things that she’s given, I’m winning, but I’m not sure, how much, money, oh, what did he do me, everything, with all that time, a lot of wine, bells, chimes, and a lot of singing, what’s next?

I need a rest, maybe next season, but it seems to have already ended, we just got started, and we’re this wet, I don’t think we can handle it, big dick energy, and what did he have to say to me, he said four inches, its all the way in, what can I say, for my little Jay, my buddy, said get it on my desk by next Friday, he said don’t make wishes, walk by the river and you’ll get wet, oh weird, you haven’t fallen in love yet, he said next season, when he’s young again, he came again, said he didn’t have the money, said how could you let me, get off, for the second time, the next thing echoed out to complete this rhyme,

I should be a bartender, I couldn’t handle her, she has too much bite, and the guy that writes this stuff, is a little slut, he’d give it up for anyone, but why would he, when the grand architect, said he could make a gateway, to this life, he said I think you’re making this stuff up, its too much, more than once? How could you forget, when we feasted for thirty days, said I’ve had my fill, I came in too many things, what are you mumbling, just a lot of tissues, a could he pull it off, and a sad autumn afternoon, an I don’t know this guy, he ruined my life, an it wasn’t even that serious, just wait for it, for these seeds to bear fruit, than we can have some vanilla shortcake, a trip to Valhalla, a how did you know we were here, the last thing we feared, maybe tomorrow, I’ll wake up a little later, to see a little girl, about some yellow pearls, said how could you say that, its not a big deal, who’s next, come up, he said he’ll see you for lunch, when this eternity is up, how ‘bout a tomorrow, an I’ll follow, but he left it, he couldn’t quite make it, to next season, because see, he’s worried, about falling, all the way to the abyss, just to drink your piss, said maybe, you should think twice, before committing this crime, I’m lying, I know, this bastard will catch me, or he’ll try, maybe he’ll forget about it, next time, he said don’t curse, I couldn’t follow him down the road, had to say hello to the girls, and this guy is really dirty, how dare he write these, weird things on the internet, said show me your gallery, I want to see if there’s anything pretty, a what will he say to me, when the fourth thing echoes out?

I'll shout, its getting to be a little much, maybe when I’m forty, this will all be a dream, that came true, came in her room, told her about the moon, how I’m howling, to get in, between those, big beautiful, soft things, an I’m all the way in, I’ll show him, how much of a woman, I can be, to whoever will let me, I’ll sell it for forty cents, I want you to come, we’ll have fun, and maybe I’ll make you lunch, a can you cook? A not really, but I can try, to be a little forgiving, for all the things you’re giving, and when will the spring stop flowing, he said summer’s not yet here, we have time to burn, I wonder how far, you can get with her, before she learns, about demons in the night, how they like to fight, with swords and shields and stuff, and I need a light, where did the fair maiden go this time, I’ll make her mine, I don’t have time, for a second rhyme, a get me next time, next century, when you’re high enough, to be next to me, I’ll make you my queen, shed that mask, you’ll get in trouble, you think you're all that, maybe tomorrow, maybe tomorrow I’ll claim everything,

These seeds and the harvest, a will I have a pure land?

Fertile ground,

I wonder,

How much,

I can produce,

Will spring,

Is she out,

of all that,

Stuff, he’s gonna shout,

Not going to let you out,

He said you’re mine, and anyone who dared claim it, will be shut out, of this love, an I’ll open up for a hug, when did you get so gay, what did you say to me, last Friday,

He said I wouldn’t even know,

If you came that day,

If you never,

Ask me, to come see you, what’s beneath those, dark shades, is that a flower, I’m seeing, am I believing, in this spring season, and everyone was stuck working, but I dropped out, just to see what was happening, an I wonder how many people I’ve touched, I hope its too much, wouldn’t want to be caught, without my wallet, all these kids who need offerings, a you’re great, sure I’ll get you next Friday, how much do you owe them, an I owe them everything, a give it up, maybe with a little luck, you’ll see my shoulder, what’s beneath those, sweet pearls, of course, I’ll give it a whirl, my dad will drop us off, to see a movie, just you me, and a third girl named Jesse, who’s that, who are you spending, all your time with, when’s the next time, you’re going to write me, it should continue, maybe when I’ve calmed down, for what you did to me, made me go through all those things, just to greet you, offer you, a lifetime, a do cultivator’s really escape the cycle of life and death, a question of how much is an eternity, and you know what he said to me, he said the spirit is immortal, you’re a fruit that’s everlasting, I’ll try to have you, each evening, before bed, before I take my meds, an its too red, the blood river, and all the things, I’ll give to her, to see her each season, an I’ll break up with my boyfriend, just to have you, let you in, a maybe next Friday, I’ll be available, for an evening, turn up the heat, to 900 degrees, I want to show her, what’s beneath this, white shirt, an animal, who just won’t learn, an I’ll save it, for when she needs it, then I’ll make her beg for it,

Okay, that’s enough, an is that what’s next, between these curtains, a bountiful treasure, a third thing, and an echo,

And he died there, it drained him, he gave them everything, a when will he, let me in, is heaven knocking?

Or is it, the red stains, on my white dress, and how should I address you, nice dress, wouldn’t want to get it all wet, an I saw that, just came up to us, and started dancing, he said let me infect you, with a love bite, today you’ll be family, and I’ll show you, how much he loved me,

So he had to go to a Buddhist temple, just to clean it, they said, sure, just come in,

Let us infect you, with this love, show you how much you mean to us,

And he really loved us,

And I smell a joke,

He’s coming for us,

For what we did to,

Sweet,

Marry me.