crippled is the true tune of strutting
mayhem is to-morrow’s clarion call
my baby’s in black
my heart’s in a sling
my mind is gone gone gone
pickled is the one way of staying
sour is on the wind today
my foot’s on the pedal
my head’s in the wildflowers
my song is gone gone gone
hammered are the bits of pieces
drift is the smell of going
my caryatid is carrying a heavy load
my hope is wishy-washy
my love is gone gone gone
fetched are the failings of tiptop
lent is the armor of forgiveness
my hanky isn’t panky
my bravery’s jumped off a bridge
my misery is gone gone gone
cool is the skinny on the rain
fresh is fattening up with lye
my pucker is kissed off
my bland is riled
my worry is gone gone gone
guts are the food of riffraff
ruts are lost in a cut of cloud
my hurt is misbehaving
my lie is honest
my money is gone gone gone
coups are the mercy of fists
leap is the low of up
my belly is busted
my eyes are lost
my dreams are gone gone gone
less is moored to wrong
rites are done in style
my cup is drained
my please is thanked
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