45*21

the young die old
it is a master plan
the old wrinkle buttons
on a babysitters apron
tell the lies of financial disaster
it's all so dizzying
pilfered from a top drawer
that angular bipolar label
they Sylvia Plath
let's see you drool
not so easy to be sensibly cruel
it's when you keep your head above water
can't mingle with just anyone
Oh the archers
The Archers peeping through time
I do like some spare bears
though, at first, it creeped me out
like I might move back in time
to a place I'll try to get out of again
the surrendered to a surenderer sings