Hard knock,
	By a flew-in fear,
		Surrounding the pier.
Dark to see,
	If the star in the sky,
		Is long enough to hear.
Empty intersections,
	Stones are seared,
		The heat is near.
But the sound, like music,
	Brings those away from home, tears.

She is looking at the mirror in the shower,
	Showing date and time and the hour.
		It is time to take the towel,
			From head to tow and still lower.
She is looking at the mirror in the tower,
	Seeing herself with no power,
		To take and own a flower,
			Like a naked coward.
It is such a crime,
	like no others,
		to leave a shower for a flower.

Yes, it only sells as a pair.
No, you won't find it anywhere else.
Yes, this is certainly your size.
No, we cannot change the color.
Yes, you may donate the other one.
No, not to us...
Yes, it is on sale.
No, the donation is not deductible.
Yes, it is fully refundable.
No, you may not wear it without shoes...
Yes, you may come back tomorrow.

	Act I
Sirens,
	muffed,
		now listen to your eyes.
		
		Act II
	Kidnap the ballerina by her legs.

			Act III
		Watch.
			Just watch.

Tick, Dinner is ready,
	Tick, Dessert is ready,
		Tick, Bed is ready,
	Tick,	Sleep is ready,
Tick, 		Sun is ready,
	Tick, Your    car is ready,
	Tick, 		You are ready,
Tick,				The day is ready,
Tick, Home is 			ready,
Tick, 		Ready for what?
				Tick.

A box,
	Wrapped with mud,
		Carried by a stud.
	Inside
		A hat,
			On a tiny head, sat.
		Rolling of two crystals,
			Bewilders the little.
		Is it not a wonderful day,
	For the little bud,
		To stay?

A man applies for his first job,
	And waits patiently at the door,
	And rolls nervously his golden fob,
	And looks helplessly at the knob,
	And vibes painfully from his throb,
	And sits as if he were robbed,
	And talks along with some sob.
The knob turns and starts to hop,
	He is called in for an op.
		A slob he was,
			But today he is on the job.

Patience is a virtue,
	Which is exceptionally true
		When playing football.
			But sometimes,
			You feel like the ball is playing you.
			It is not that you are impatient,
			Nor that you are too ancient,
			But only the ball is playing you.
		And when the ball plays you,
		You find yourself ridiculed,
		By the same view, and the same rule.

Look!

	He is laughing at you!






But you won't notice,
	You don't have the nose for it.

The rain is dry,
	on the side,
		as if the sun,
			caught the tide.
White waves ride along the stone pave,
	as the season change,
		Life goes along with the utmost brave.
And it slides and rises,
	And it blows and raves.
The sheep remains asleep,
	The feet never repeat.