Like fishes up and flying

Like sand quenching all your thirst

Preventing rocks from dying

Make sure a vacuum doesn’t burst

Like animals all writing books

Romance despising our own moon

Like blind men not liking their own good looks

I won’t be making good sense soon

Like leaches fighting over popcorn

Numbers just arn’t adding up

enjoying many pages torn

while i drink steak out of a cup

Like all the things which I said

no matter what the tone or tense

you really need to think and speak

cuz you’re not making any sence