I’m dressed up in diseased pages
That run on trepid waters,
The spectators of the greedy sunlight.
For to unlock thirsty roads
Shall only lead to formulation
Of the subtracted.
I shan’t want more of this shady song
That breathes into custard streams.
For the candor of this melody is a lonely embrace
That melts into your derivative.
Liquid dreams empower lordly
Steeds to vanquish dismal tongues;
Yet, offer up drunken salutations
Upon meeting chastised
Beings inside this humble saloon.