Soon it will be eaten so forget the laws of affection.
It will part the black sea and dive in. This is its means to an end of
know if your number is next unless you can't answer. Blue Chameleons
on standby because they've been shut out of the White House. The family arch
is torn down and everything is at stake. It peaks at the heavens for the wheat and
still self defecate. I can hear the spiritual listeners from one hut to another. Yet it
will turn its back on a brother. The misguided and self taught Chameleon demise.
The orange one gaze at its Height, it hadn't got far to jump. The orange one is a
nightmarish whisper of funk, ready for smoking mirrors in the system. If you
missed them than consider yourself blessed. It could careless about itself.
A thousand numbers tattooed across its chest. The media hypes the
to 10 billion of us on this earth. They tell the dumbfounded Chameleon to continue
changing its colors and climb the invisible trees for a fresh start in the sky.