Jack Three

Each year makes me a liar, will anyone see, the gaps between my hair, sometimes just a little shove, makes it heaven’s dream, even if you don’t feel love, terribly hard chairs, don’t make it seem, they can accommodate me there, get dressed with a shrug, what about my teeth, grace comes with a rug, act like I don't care, scrubbed sparkling clean, I sail through the air, Joe’s my new Bud, he might rescue everything, rise each night in flood, it's only fair, when evening turns green, take what you dare, it's not me who screams.