Sitting upon a daisy as the worker ants march by.
Break time baby.
Let the wind cool me off
And whisk away my smell of sin
A Cool Breeze to Take Off my Mask
Shamming as they say.
A nice sham. A juicy sham.
A Shamb-ala
Taking a Sham-bala
Voluntary Sham-bala
A hardcore shambala
That kills you once every eternity.
You sit there knowing the death will come,
Yet not knowing when.
And they all tell you that it is ok.
Death in one Shambala,
Just births you into
A whole new shambala.
Ending one sham
Merely implodes
Into the big bang of the next instantaneous sham.
A shamer’s delight.
Cramming shams
For Cram I am
Sham .
