Prosthesis

Angel arm and devine leg
They call you peggy
Some beggers bed
I see your wings
I've felt your daily tears
Where are the whispers
Who holds back your fears
You are my hero
Push back my words
Reformed the prostitute
In your sweet skies
With subtle make up
And lullabys
The bouncers
The rollers
The swimmers
The free
Who hold the keys to this priority
Let them not die as they reach up high
So we can live we
That deserve growth societly
Some left to rot on this earth
Crawling through puddles of poison
And dirt
See not their warts
See their sweet worth
Criminals turn to Angels
As Angels envelope
each fresh rebirth