Joy

Tumultuous room My stained dress Your words they zoom You pregnant Your chest Me in my seat You in yours You filled with hope Me filled with bore Sullied house Desperate face Rotting cauliflower Rotting grapes This house it reeks Reeks of decay But before I die I must say "How I hated your joy How I hated your beam How you hated my dress and How you hated its seams" Ba ba badaboda Ba ba badaboda Ba ba badaboba badaboba badaboda