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you kids go to bed..

oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
edited July 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
what to do..

"such a rowdy brood i've risen,
touched somehow with a sensible nature,
a sensed feeling of being,
lots of laughs and laughing out loud,,

aye,,, me BUCKAROOS!

happily we dwelled in ourselves..

then there were none..

i'm he who won't write of you in prismic sunshines,
humdrumminess colour,
and made up words-

offers of nothin'

nothin

nothing but the fleshies which

sizzlestheheat of lust
ever forever she must be my rubbin' lady"

signed..

the saddest american..

*i hope he's got the rubbin lady..*
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
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  • anOmisanOmis Posts: 223
    "happily we dwelled in ourselves..

    then there were none..

    i'm he who won't write of you in prismic sunshines,
    humdrumminess colour,
    and made up words-

    offers of nothin'"


    that part took my breath away...

    very-very nice written!!
    ~~dont mind yer make up, just make up yer mind~~

    ~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~

    F.ZAPPA
  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    "Pardon me, but could you help out a fellow American who's down on his luck?" :D

    Get this man a rubbin' lady! (meeeooow! ;) ) He's got it bad! :D

    That was cute, youngatheartman! :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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