Oh,sweet my heart,let nature dissolve me.
In her greens I am allowed to be.
While in the city politicians cry
And from my lips I hear a solemn sigh.
Oh,foolish world that foolish men are free.
What torment that we need society
And cannot dwell like birds in winter trees.
Or like the spider weaving webs defy.
Release my heart,let nature dissolve me.
The rich are common in momentous fee.
Unlike the insects and the fuzzy bee.
For all of us, our end is ever nigh
Enchanted as the dove that homewards flies.
Be comfortless in notoriety
Oh,cease my heart,let deep green swallow me.
Reading between the lines yes I have seen the writing on the wall. Why do we have to have all the subterfuge? Can’t you come straight out with it? No I am not on the autistic spectrum so stop trying to test me
Please drop me a few hints before the end of the day but make sure they’re heavy enough to fall right down to the ground
I am not being ironical when I ask you to explain what sarcasm is. No I was being sarcastic when I asked you to explain it was it irony