Lay beneath boards

They are all red

And dark like gold

Faculties are miners

And money is water

Diners are there

The swollen woman

That sits out on the lake

Holds her head still

So it doesn’t shake

Dad works on the farm

In the land

That is open

He cooked for his girlfriend

They made pasta

Fork is mean

Power is black

And goodness in you is marbles

1,2,3,4

Lay still

My sweet prince

You’ll be back like road

Hell is fumble

And blanket is green

Crave is snow

Care for me

Like I cared for you

Bed is snow