Let it marmalade
but conjecture into the whitened abyss,
Let it marmalade,
let it be sugar to your lips,
Let it be lovely marmalade,
the pink dust flies for the brightened wayside,
let it be nice, marmalade,
and cry for me in a life tried.
Please marinate the gritty soul song and
sway your great hips for tradition,
for what is life,
but a sugary bowl of cereal at night.
- By Laila Ali Haid
