Titlein'

Afternoon All,

Sposin' I get to Toesin'
'Round something real.
Sposin' this Toesin'
makes you feel.

Feel like something that burns inside.
Feel like something that makes you hide (Hyde).
Sposin' this Toesin' begins the Disposin'
of something that makes you (identity) real.

If that high Fallosin' begins the Boozin'
which leads to the Snoozin'
would whomever wakes up be steal (olen)?

Probably not, but there is Sposin'
of all the Toesin',
but sometimes, just sometimes,
A thought can be made into a meal.