Shine

Poems Vladimir did write Never passed by Olga's eye Filled with good intentions Bound by all of Earth's conventions It was your godly entity Who strapped the belt chastity Around our heathen Mother Nature is a slut and bugger Upward Captain, Oh my captain Hymn of the Anemic Swans Oh bless the Holy Rome Contraption Who crushed our lust for no good reason When the tide goes out we find A rusted, rotted Valentine The Ocean said 'I gave you Everything you need to make it Shine' Poems Vladimir did write Never passed by Olga's eye Filled with best intentions Bound by all of Earth's conventions Onward Captain, Oh my captain Hymn of the Anemic Swans Oh bless the Grand Inquisitor For making my lover a whore Oh strange to think poor child of sin It was the dead that groaned within For now we'll choose our makers Of our sweet here-afters Of our pine containers In to which we'll lay our skeletons And make it Shine And make it Shine And make it Shine