Bom Bom Bom
Down and out
too much shouting
too much no doubt
out to the spectre
out to the ghost
living in madness
insane as the wolf
hide in the motel
perhaps in the shade
I saw it in wondrous
and now i'm afraid
keep all the pennies
keep all the rust
no matter the stigma
no matter the dust
now bounce to the twin
vomit it all out
forgive their sons
and continue about
continue means never never over
touch the time with your palms
it melts in your finger tips
it melts at no fault
is this the medium?
is this the madness?
tell me so. for if you do not, my soul will be plagued by a million stallions to guide myself through the universe and time and possibly even Hades itself.
Tuesday, 23 September 2014
Thursday, 18 September 2014
Jacobsons
The shadows have fallen on the only one son
He lives under shelter in the great unknown fun
A leopard print basket of help and dismay
Grows faster than Chia who has forgotten my name
Write and rewrite the stories hath told
Grab all your luggage, no time to fold
A loft so warm is where you are
She told you someday that you will go far
The serpents hiss and then a truthful apple
Hide your mother and portray your sister
Here is my rib, take it kindly and gently
It's the crowd control on my brand new Bentley
Six verses is the goal to this mindless plot
What a time to ask in such a public lot
Your brother he has jacobsons, a disease not known by men
He calls up the doctor, only three chances in ten
Ring a ding ding calls the sheriffs bell
A moment so wicked, that Jesse James fell
Go past the few who blog so much
Get up and pass the door and down the hallway to get your lunch
So we have sister and brother and mother and son
Beg to differ the morning baker's bun
You all shouldn't be reading this tale of woe
Look beside you in the bathroom stall, you will find your foe
He lives under shelter in the great unknown fun
A leopard print basket of help and dismay
Grows faster than Chia who has forgotten my name
Write and rewrite the stories hath told
Grab all your luggage, no time to fold
A loft so warm is where you are
She told you someday that you will go far
The serpents hiss and then a truthful apple
Hide your mother and portray your sister
Here is my rib, take it kindly and gently
It's the crowd control on my brand new Bentley
Six verses is the goal to this mindless plot
What a time to ask in such a public lot
Your brother he has jacobsons, a disease not known by men
He calls up the doctor, only three chances in ten
Ring a ding ding calls the sheriffs bell
A moment so wicked, that Jesse James fell
Go past the few who blog so much
Get up and pass the door and down the hallway to get your lunch
So we have sister and brother and mother and son
Beg to differ the morning baker's bun
You all shouldn't be reading this tale of woe
Look beside you in the bathroom stall, you will find your foe
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