Portraits of a family above mantel peice Father Mother baby ordered as beast When darkness spends the fires fuel The family turn to sleep Listen very carefully, truth the paintings speak.
You looked bored again mother repeated Wife your heart was in your knitting, Left your glasses on the chair Where you leather rump was sitting Repeat repeat the word of word you Parrot quipping.
The baby lies the brightest pearls loveless so peverse She sees the order of the room her gift is her curse She is the highest hight and the deepest depth Her tiny voice is akin to the bleeting of a mouse She is shining so bright she needs no qualm in this house.
And so upon baby rests her sculpted head Empty bisc on chairs wooden frame Dollys eyes move around 'Silent its daylight again' Voices dim, fires restocked from anger they refrain Paintings speak once more if night comes again.
Daylight observes thoughts trapped in paintings border Line up the Small, Medium, Large chair Rejoice in restful brooding family order Baby Pearl shines brighter than brooding oyster tries to hoard her Like a restocked fire mice grow and abandon this disorder.
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Perfect Family
Portraits of a family above mantel peice
Father Mother baby ordered as beast
When darkness spends the fires fuel
The family turn to sleep
Listen very carefully, truth the paintings speak.
You looked bored again mother repeated
Wife your heart was in your knitting,
Left your glasses on the chair
Where you leather rump was sitting
Repeat repeat the word of word you Parrot quipping.
The baby lies the brightest pearls loveless so peverse
She sees the order of the room her gift is her curse
She is the highest hight and the deepest depth
Her tiny voice is akin to the bleeting of a mouse
She is shining so bright she needs no qualm in this house.
And so upon baby rests her sculpted head
Empty bisc on chairs wooden frame
Dollys eyes move around 'Silent its daylight again'
Voices dim, fires restocked from anger they refrain
Paintings speak once more if night comes again.
Daylight observes thoughts trapped in paintings border
Line up the Small, Medium, Large chair
Rejoice in restful brooding family order
Baby Pearl shines brighter than brooding oyster tries to hoard her
Like a restocked fire mice grow and abandon this disorder.
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