Shouting!

She wore a checkered flag bandana
On the end of a bananana
And casty her doubts like skipping stones
Into the lone hearth
All the world fell to nothing as she flew away into the sun
A rainbow that just wouldn't stop
And scattered all the way
It isn't happy go lucky time in this dire strained confusion
A vomiting inducing sickness

High upon the mountain tops

The princess slowly sobs

Seeking refuge in her tears

and finding only soggy hands

But somehow this place is brand new

And old again

Refreshing but confusing

And the minimalist

Sets her sights on everything

And slowly shaves off the fat

But for what purpose

God only knows

But he doesn't answer

The phone calls of greed

Of gold stacking

of paper machet

Whispering in the night the silly man

Wants to take her hand

And be happy with everything he can be

But he is too afraid to leap

So it might help if she pushes

and send him plummeting down to the rock bed below

Cushioned by seventy seven pillows

Devoid of feathers

on top of fourty four mattresses

Coated in honey combs.