A roosters yell
This ones for the roosters chains,
into wonderland left their stains.
Towards the thick I spread my wings,
running to hear the roosters sing.
What momma sed when I turned the dial,
desert in all directions for miles.
Take it like a man armed with pride,
landed where mothers dreams often die.
Then I went along and killed,
in the name of a machine thrilled.
Judith till death she prayed,
despite her fate, her faith stayed.
Then the paint can it shook and fell,
it was called yellow like a \"Tweety\" bell.
The remedy, arsonist, and too tools list,
playing imaginary drums flicking my wrists.
The thoughts that process as music plays,
finding the hidden ones and where they stay.
I listen to flows and rhyme what they tell,
starting the search with a roosters yell.