Ode To Lamentations

The bells will ring;the birds will sing
Air,wind and water will meet,mate to repeat
this cycle of sex&sleep,sleep&dream!
the Cycle that hath no End
the brooks will bubble;the cocks will crow
the passions will paw all through the certain
times of sun and moon babbling,crowing,pawing
will be continuing long after mine ceasation
and Going
alas!alas!all the pretty flowers having dyed
their pretty petals will be attracting
handsome foreigners from far and near
everything from sky to ground will be doing
their usual duties by the Will of that
Unknown Being
O only I pity me;I won`t be There to see all
these sinful,sacred sceneries for I will be
then dwelling in the reign of Elvis` King!
And then I shall meet a girl named arti
Who,by her deadly beauty,shall enslave me