He said she said
He had an entangled chin
Lies could cobble within it even if it were torched
That he could manage a mileage with freckled fingers
He said she said
His face was a redeeming bulb
It could ridicule any kind of perspective
He said she said
She made him in her own dimension
That he was a kind of her own creation
But she never said he was a distraction
He said she said
He has nothing up that his head
His tongue clicks like a purring clock
Since she makes the Efo riro to realm of his delight
He said she said he couldn’t sow anything, even as a reaper
He said this, she said that
Who then still does the wondering for them?
Since he was all an illusion
