A day that you seize
It goes endlessly
The show does not cease
It's on constantly
Long after you leave
Things grow from your seed
In life's poetry
What will your verse be?
Pardon, All Apologies
Mars is making war with me
And he is Uranusy
Never one for nuance-y
What with all this Pluto, we
Blew the electricity
Siento mucho and scusi
I work in the dark, you see