Bent Pretty On The Morph Ray
Oliver Wilde
[Verse 1]
Placed upon the morph ray
When they turned me into the perfect flower
And oh how they adored me
Composed sonnets about me
Now I’m lying on the side of a road, in a bunch
As a memorial to someone who choked, on lunch
Lab-grown but I’m doing my part
I meant to happen overnight
No need for a sense, of time
[Verse 2]
Placed before a great god
And she showed me a great world
And oh how she adored me
Composed planets around me
In a momentary subtlest change, of heart
Apparitions and a turn of events called off
Repeat myself until I am true, this you must see
Learn my language of, body
Tablet cure for eternity, take me