There is one among the masses, whom makes these words go ’round

This one’s gracious face, keeps another’s feet on flat ground

What more can be desired, than a promotion of stability

Granted thoroughly, through the gaze of this beautiful lady


Two months by and nothing left for which to die
About four or five more will take us off this line

Only two die to roll and no cards to fold
With knots tied and the truth in brazen bold

Now is the time to use lessons learned
But alas, our tongues, they are cut and burned

Our minds molten and our hearts in shreds
We’ve got nothing here left but our beds

So let us slumber this fine morning knowing in fact
That we’ll come through with our consciences’ intact