Floating fools with blackened brows of dreaded fear,
As cubes of wax block out the words they do not hear,
Pupils shattered cut with glasses from a broken show,
Vision gone, lights always out, she wonders where to go.
Yellow nose of pollination we wonder, why, do you make,
Beauty for a thousand kings but nothing for our sake,
A cordless puppet danced in circles laughing at its peers,
Instead of buying worthless tickets they all threw in their tears.