Sensitive Say-my-Name fell handless down grubby stairs
cringing every limb in pain
of a hit really not that hard
Bell me the love please
Lease my the love
Bell me love
Ring no please
when Sensitive Say-my-Name cries, she don´t look pretty
not pretty at all
It´s too much of a cry
They cannot take it
Lick tears rid of face, the taste not even salty
Brothers of five
the last one has big eyes and a leaping tongue
He does not have same talent as the olders
He make friends through others names
the names He knows,
Perhaps a little
But He is good,
He is a good cook of lies
the Meal is mixed with unknown distans and stories
Good stories
Now Sensitive you-know-who bades in compliments
She cannot get clean like that
Itchy mind with burned tips of finger
softly memorised linger round same chunk of words
To make happy feeling come and stay
Move rest in chest to peace of mind
Then freeze human kind so Sensitive-Say-my-Name may live without fear of hurt
Little brother sways in the sea of confidence
with no bath ring around his arms or legs,
His mama owns a pub
He loves Christmas
Mama of brothers of five make soup for the homeless
they might get ale too
Then they are lucky homeless
What does he make
Oh, He makes
But never without showing all around
He needs pats of appreciation
To know
Ms.Sensitive shortened her name not to be offensive to the verbally dyslexic people
No trouble please
She knows
She is all trouble
She bades in it
Bubbles of trouble
She can never be clean
No help needed
Never been
Always the never
Sensitive-Say-my-Name should go to bed and wake up with a smile
She knows
Brother of five should talk less
Then his words would come out with finesse
He knows
She knows it again
Plaster of knowledge comes in funny colours
Like neon Jesus
Perfect for burned tips of fingers gathered in pray
They joined the Party of Prays
Each one on their own
One for one
All for All
None for the Lone
Grubby stairs
Big eye ball boy stares
Look at girl fall down
4 years ago
