EGGS: BELLES OF BATAAN

Making a bed
With someone
In it in 8 folds
8 days a week
While wearing
White as a cap
For disposition
Shows the art
Of hat wearing

I suppose

A skull so cold
Has yet to find
Oasis wet with
Peace of mind
In land of duty
Free from want
And idling vain
Packs the heat
Neath gartered

Chain that
Rattles, tattles
Writhes in pain:
A-
Moral earworm
Mashing brains

“Rocks Off”
“Rocks Off”
On repeat
Never can
Ever back
Fall asleep

I seen a song
I learnt a step
When you did
Stare me as I
Slept in 8 fold
Bed 8 days a
Week I made
For you who’s
Optic bleep
Mirrored me
Feared me
Out of sleep
And sent me
Midnight on a
Creep to fold
Myself a hat