Wicked Gil

Kyle wrote a song. I named it "Mary Girl"


The Flower doesn't think
Does it even know?
The little mary ran up the stairs
Thinking lightly
Like an explosive miracle
Does the past even know?

Mary Girl

Sorry to say
The stub could stick with me
Revolving in tiny little motions
Some Say
'Pansy, you like it that way!"
I'll tell you

I never liked it that way