Untitled Song
• Written by StillBrillig
what can i say
i'm deadly like raid,
you wasp-striped fly away
cats catch a calico fade
Brillig buttering biscuits
on the Promenade
Yall sipping forties
in park-tree shade
ashy-kneed, disgraced
how could you expect to
out-sharpen the wordsmith
fine-tuned on their blade
Really follow that ego's purpose?
you deserve to be swayed
off the path you ain't got one
dipping alleys to avoid summer sun
i'm the gasp of hope brough when the day has begun
you the sigh of a life fading, sunsetting or sumn'
