Brains on Backwards

You want this un-covered golden

As to cut off growth

Of golden leaves abomination

As yellow gate you’ve gotten

Hell has frozen

Off across your chest

Unless we missed our guessing

Guessing list

Wishing gifts

Of master mixing silly drifts

That cast upon the native sunder

Blowing under

Fathom crumble cake

And coffee

Just to give a job for me

Brains on backwards