I asked for The Golem and got what I needed: a Black Typewriter. This goes out to Whoever!

BLACK GOLD

BLACK GOLD AND THE SUMMER COLD
JUNK AND MAYHEM IN THE WIND
AUTUMN IS A WUNDERKIND
JOLLY MEN: THE AUTUMN CROWS!
CREEPY WINDOES, HAPPY KNOWLES
OF THE SUNSHINE AND ITS DROLLS

SPEAK OF BRIDES THAT WAIT THE TIDES
WHITENESS IN THEIR BREAST IT DYES
THEY WANT CHILDREN AND THEIR CRIES
MEN WANT WOMEN, NOT THEIR SPIES
DRINKING RYES BETWIXT THEIR THIGHS
MEN LURK FROM THE BANKS AND SIGH
WITH THE SUNSHINE OF THEIR EYE

redemption GLIDES ON AUTUMN WINDS
LIKE THE SPECIAL WUNDERKINDS
LIKE THE CREEPY AUTUMN CROWS
HITTING LEAVES OF AUTUMN'S DYES
STRAIGHT LIKE aRROWS FROM THE SKYES

SHIPS AND MONSTERS PASS YOU BY
IN THE AUTUMN OF YoUR EYE
GO AND TELL THEM HOW TO LIE
CAUSE YOU'RE COMING ON THE FLY
WREAK THE HAVOCS OF YOUR EYE
ON THE CANVAS OF THE SKY
AND SAY: BYE, BYE, BYE

REARRANGE YOUR NEAT DISGUISE
RAPTURE TEACHES YOU TO DIE
LAUGHTER TEACHES YOU TO CRY
GRANT YOUR MEMORY A PI
SAY: BYE-BYE!

COALESCE YOUR WORRIES NOT
LIFE IS JUST ANOTHER KNOT
CUT IT THROUGH,
UNWRAP IT NAUGHT!

SWEET REVENGE LURKS IN Your EYE
SHAPING PICTURES OF THE SKY
GO AND TELL ME HOW LIE
SMELT SOME BLACK GOLD ON THE FLY.. .