succotash
olderman
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corn and beans,
mush mouthed and mean,
follows us down to the dregs.
a right, riled bastard,
full of brown mustard,
drinking of all the town's kegs.
pounds his last mandate,
a faltered thought, his state
is largely delusional drivel.
yet i heard him exclaim,
in his wisdom for shame,
he has since lost his shovel.
digging in feels of drums,
plants his heels and strums
on a mandolin's mad festival sound.
he'd rather a maiden,
his treasures are laden,
with pearls of wigdom bound.
we run up a mountain,
we rest at a fountain,
we hide from his crazy stare.
his eyes are now dried,
no more tears he will cry,
his testament is beware.
beware of the lovers,
the doves and the covers,
man's best pleasures are streams.
over run in pleasure,
give, give without measure,
live the pleasure of your dreams
somesuchdriveliown
mush mouthed and mean,
follows us down to the dregs.
a right, riled bastard,
full of brown mustard,
drinking of all the town's kegs.
pounds his last mandate,
a faltered thought, his state
is largely delusional drivel.
yet i heard him exclaim,
in his wisdom for shame,
he has since lost his shovel.
digging in feels of drums,
plants his heels and strums
on a mandolin's mad festival sound.
he'd rather a maiden,
his treasures are laden,
with pearls of wigdom bound.
we run up a mountain,
we rest at a fountain,
we hide from his crazy stare.
his eyes are now dried,
no more tears he will cry,
his testament is beware.
beware of the lovers,
the doves and the covers,
man's best pleasures are streams.
over run in pleasure,
give, give without measure,
live the pleasure of your dreams
somesuchdriveliown
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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I liked how this read and it made me smile.