Sank into their calculations and snorted on a stench

a bare arithmetic

look for the boy who was hanging his head low

more trophies and ideas

to follow their pretend

with a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face

he followed with obedience and fell in the nettles

I flew in some spiked meniscus

and he bought his own rope

and skipped against the rode

did start not to find the dark lead and catch that man i hope

devices man are closed

he lost all his foot holes

and with a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face

he followed with obedience and fell in the nettles

Fell in the nettles, fell in the nettles

he was a toothpick and the garlic

And the cinder upon the pub

failed to blunt or hinder, a slow collapse

and clinging to the door frame he was trapped

after a reminder of where he had been

with a smile in his pocket and a scowl on his face

there was nowhere to flee

just had to tent in the nettles