They say let time heal. That’s the natural way.
Let all our fights and make-ups blend into the blue
without forgiveness in this earthly stay.
They say when we rise to heaven
all will be blessed and forgiven.
We’ll be baked into a stew.
Now I ask you does that ring true?
You ate so many things to stay alive.
Care if only the elements survive:
Chemistry not the Chemist.
Physics not the physicist.
A room without any class.
What is nature without a tussle.
What it lacks in back is a bustle.
Even illusions bare some meat.
Regardless the age you’ll endure.
Even if the sexes aren’t pure.
Fix yourself up-to-date:
Pelt rabbit into your hair.
Never belong as a pair.
Switch hate to love in mid-air.