The seas gave way to the ears
As it perched, my worst fears
Heavy linings etched upon poles
Of colorful future wedged upon holes
That dreadful laughter, sinking soul
In the gutters, seeking bowls
At ease in painful melody
With the mind in the state of melancholy
Rapturing sorrows in disguise
Capturing hearts in the unwise
For the shakes Shakes spear
To the rhythm of Shakespeare
For the heart's in rubbles
As the soul dances to the green bottles.