Put some lipstick on. At least your lies will be pretty. A shadow on my face. And us donkeys wake up weary. Sweating and sickly. Donkeys don't allow their tears. No emotion never feel. And drown themselves in whatever. Find some meaning. Donkeys weight cracking a spire. Sweetness bent double. Whole days making polite. Never moving out of turn. Or ever trying to be natural. Those with silence inside. Eyes bare piss holes in the snow. Drained and burnt yellow. And sunk in self-pity. Jerusalem saw off. Donkeys are only left with lies.