Hay Belief

Muddy water why'd you sludge my velvet revolver? You're sick and twisted like a cinnastix Taco Bell mix. Juggle one to two to three on one knee. Don't let those balls drop this is bigger than puberty bebop. In shellshock that hell sells stock. Or is their true belief in afterlife and religious grief? Grit and eat grits smashing hammers like a musicals hits. Spank the horse and ride like a cowboy in perfect stride. Dip low, stand slow, fault the grow. Don't blame "Mother Nature", she, maybe he, can't configure. Yeah, I say, why is "Mother Nature" female and God supposedly male? I think we've all fallen into the pale of the untraceable tale. A trail, grass full, lurking with dirt sitting dull. Waiting for discovery to be set free from under-earth chivalry. Ancientness longing for life in today's wronging. A being construed so loud def breaks its cloud.