Delicate Doozy
You’re a delinquent, let’s be clear
Your words are round and shaved to the rear
They’re just like calling a swarm of bees
To fill up space in between your knees
Cadence is lost, it’s jumbled and dry
Hymns of your sorrows are lost on the fly
Keeping us dreaming in dark fallen blue
Just trip on those shoes, you’re not fit to move
A delicate doozy, you’ve come to become
It’s not nice, being the sultry son without love
A mother overcharged with past debts due
Only to laden your words without much clue
You think you're ready, oh precious breed?
Born of the highest and lowest of seeds
Wither the garden in tears of glamour
Words behind them like faux-stammers
If I were to call upon the truest of true
A doozy without the celebratory tune
The mess they’d make of you
So I’ll just sit and watch you bruise
You’re a delinquent, let’s be clear
Not some delicate doozy
Made to cast the most maligned of a rouse