On the dieting days of Dionysus
Of possessed potions and pills
Succumbed to sightless sanity
And fleeting fairy feels
A woeful bird of witless wanton wishes
.
Sick soul on market streets
Sold and emptied by dead decaying dumb drums
Hate filled devoid of help on heaps
Prolonging pitiful prospects, passed around pleaser
Stands a woeful bird of witless wanton wishes
.
Devoid and disavowed, on doubtful dreams
Peace and purpose now past pleading pansy parlors
Laying and forgotten, laughing and listed
Vanity filled wishful thinker of tender tribute
A woeful bird of witless wanton wishes
.
Now a laughable lampoon
Unable to have seen the sound safety
Built on earnest eyes and ears
Now but become a rotten relic of reeking remorse
Sunflower seed sprout to fleeing fancy
.
Possessed, from providers of pills and potions
Woeful bird of witless wanton wishes…
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