Washington

To sleep is simply to soar,

A shadow of a vision in my head,

Makes me feel mad in my skin,

What you see will go,

And beauty must one day leave,

Gorgeous sun,

Slither, not shake,

When you sleep,

Remember to dream

Apple Sauce

Pen to paper

And fingers to glass

Hope will come

And talent will pass

I still don't eat liver

And I still don't eat brain

No more cells left to sell

Too plain

Too insane