Every House Has Inexplicable Noises.
Neutral Ones.
As the queen of the cloud nine,
I have a nocturnal bad habit,
I am deviantly naïve,
Don’t think I’m a gullible sheep,
I don’t look for the greener pastures,
Like a wide-eyed and lovely cow,
Like a grazing in your lap rabbit,
Don’t forget to forget your luggage,
On the cloud you rent whoever you need,
Love is explosion of ‘I understand you’,
You and your bomb are welcome,
I have no love for rent,
As a dictator I’m spacious,
Hiding a sugar mom’s heart,
Minding the cloud well-being,
I created unedited laws,
From over-the-counter drugs,
If you are said to be mad,
You are insanely rich,
You are privileged to build ponds,
You plant fountains of any greed,
Watch out before they spring up,
They look a lot like bean seeds,
Don’t force me to use herbicides,
I’m against wars,
Plant them in every well,
That seems to be ill and sad,
Putting to use free time,
Breed ambitious peacocks using flash,
Be caring, feed them well,
They loose interest way too quick,
Have you built a piranha’s pond?
Did your peacocks die?
When you painted the last stroke,
In the memory of the last touch,
Providing a life of boon,
Under the weather of spring,
Laws say what I do to my vassals,
Laws stay silent in every letter,
What my subjects can do to the queen,
Not a hair of your head,
Will be lost in the skirts of my dress,
I’ve counted them all,
Read the body of cute laws,
Someone who loves you much,
Have the birth right to execute,
You did the same last night,
Blood stains betray your patent boots,
Love is the widest notion,
It’s pronounced by you to stay clean,
You never lose love,
When you follow its intonations,
In your backyard ruins have blossomed,
Answer me with incomparable smile,
Have you planted a fountain under the stones?
Taking me far from the sun.
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