it's a matter of principle, they tell us
it's a matter of principle, you tell me
cadence, cadence, cadence
and we are reminded of the passage of time.
why, look at that myopic butterfly
fluttering by
fluttering by the buttercups
(but no, those are hibiscus flowers)
what a welcome sight
from all those byzantine bees
cadence, cadence, cadence
stammer out your grammar
and write your fright away
what a war
there's a war?
yes, a war
oh, the war
and youth & ideals never make it through. |
Submission Name: cadence, cadence, cadence.
