Shooed out like a housefly, This house was half my mind. I don't dispute the doubts you've outlined, But it's my right to waste your time. And these things, it stands to reason. These things won't kill me... Your feelings, the spattering. It bores me - don't tell me. Burned in on the 8th of May. She was spectacular. I walked the half-moon by the bus stop. Sliding 'cross the street to her. Three stings sequentially, Three stings won't kill me. Your spieling, gracelessly, is my grief. Please tell me. Half-masted, bass-boosted, slingbacked, fully retractable. (x4) Throw out the la-la by the busload. Match the photo to the description. I do indeed and shall continue. Dispatch the shiftless man to points beyond.