The Buckles

Easy Beats, Fill easy seats,

Many fraud Time,

Silly men fill silly seats,

Caustic to our state of mind.

Tender moments, in these tender times,

Slips through an uneasy mind,

Sadness reins through sad divine,

The Conditional love over time.

Fill yours, but don’t take mine,

The Sea of Gold can’t be blind,

The Buckles can't hold,

But the tension will stop - so release.

Place your feet on my tethered vine,

Grapes are so empty and swollen,

So hold on to your self `Divine’,

Tell them your love is conditional

one more time.

Nasty games are revealed in the Karma of truth, not opinion.

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