Watch your pink sun play dress up with the clot
Playing the center so they won’t hear my thought out loud
It’s dumb but I could not tell if it clot
It felt numb but now I know that it won’t clot
My words but my ill
Stopped in tracks are the kind that won’t cut you
Thy feet are slipping inside silken socks
I thought I could run, but I know that it won’t glide
June turn to soil, that this side is steep
There love is costly, there lover is cheap
Can’t reach the brakes and the time night high oil
A dash from the grass, makes a gash and it won’t clot
Baby don’t worry about pleasing me
There’s a place for good girls, that I would rather be
Crimson and crumpled, I face you for a guy
Spills onto the floor, and you know that it won’t clot
Example A proved hypothesis
Calculations of reactions that will explain this
In my compliance with that science I can’t restrain the thought
A quiet violence loud as silence that will not clot
And it won’t, and it won’t, and it won’t clot
And it won’t, and it won’t, and it won’t clot
And it won’t, and it won’t, and it won’t clot
And it won’t, and it won’t, and it won’t clot
And it won’t, and it won’t, and it won’t clot