The Plan - WHY?
The plan no will
Just leave it to the whims of your unborn little ones
For tonight write it for a joke
An unbroken code it's no one's snow in the middle of the road
Write none and leave it to the whims of your unborn little ones
Write a word for the fear of bees and nothing else
In the crease of a lonely book on the shelf
And leave it in reference only for it to be found
By your anonymous home creased writing pen pal
Or fear none
And leave it to the whims of your unborn little ones
All the small tools
For an heirloom pocket watch
And the watch kept warm and working
In a raw skank's crotch