We are seizing up the oil
Tenably to spoil
The oil
And not the soil;
We are creating the coil
To enliven and boil
The oil
Tenably to toil
The oil
We perceptively recoil
From our oil
We juxtaposition the recoil
Of all our oil
We sentimentally spoil
All our own coil
With the oil
Of the Grave.
It is hardly been able to pave
A once more attention to stave
The perpendicular haze
Which we all have crazed
About our new gaze.
We are the Haze!