There was a woman the other day
Who had some sort of cultic tattoo by the way
Like an oval in that way
A not cartouche basically
With like a genii lamp
All that way
And then I said
Have I seen that before,
It is like a strange woman therefore
Like 8-9,
Almost closing time,
With her own gang,
Being seen and then, going around the corner when
Like the backdoor
To some office more
The second location here
Two of two
Where she seems to walk
The door right through,
L.A. maybe, more appropriately,
Fit for,
That kind of door,
Yet every night
The spectre in sight
What is woman
When she does that by the way
But also can
Be spoken to politely,
In the light of the Moon
From an Underworld monsoon
Different here to presume
Not at all but resume
Your understanding in full,
ENHAKKORE 