Fury in the mind

She stood gazing at the falling sun,

And he hated the pensive mood.

Distraught was he, as he stood

To say, “All is good!”

Normal ya, won’t ye do something?

Breathe dear, deeeeeeep,

And if she can fall asleeeeeep,

With memories to keeeeep!

Make it a funeral,

Sing the lyre

And light the pyre

And sink into the mire!

There is fury in him,

There is annoyance in her.

She keeps herself clear

Away from his spur.

Gaze into her wild eyes,

And light the passion,

Feel the emotion,

And avoid confrontation!

Yeayeayeaayeyeayeayeeeeeeaaaayyyyee

Keep a bitch of her name

And let him call her out.

He will be soft or shout,

Smack and give a clout!

Who knows what is burning

In their troubled heart and mind.

Each plan is a halcyon blind

Awaiting the harsh wind.

Fury in the mind

Troubles the soul,

Can a man be whole

Stained with a mole?

Life has it choices,

And she makes her own,

She will be fully grown,

He will reap what he has sown.

Fury lies within the hearrrrrrrrts,

And notches the dream,

Hopes all down in the stream,

Pretty awful it may seem!