Find It of Use

Find it of use,

I’ll find it of use.

Cry at the news,

Like it’s the moon.

Of a dream

I’m told so.

Bury your body there,

Don’t listen to what I have said,

Ain’t no mind, no.

Birds cracking out the clue,

Whisper me that why don’t you.

Get buried, buried,

Ten more long breaths,

I go incepts, make sure to make love.

Is buried, buried,

Get the car keys,

Although you know it might just kill you.