Two for one and one for two Too late now I missed the boat Blinded by the morning dew Cruel fate has got me by the throat You think it's over they start again Relentless crochet needles in your heart You're sobbing in the evening rain They leave you there, a piece of art To gather dust and contemptous looks Your life a mere statistic.
Hazy four o'clock shadows Commence the séance Nine lives on the spirits We have toasters in this country...and they lie to us! Because it has numbers from one to six and it lies to us! Late last night and the night before, Tommyknockers, Tommyknockers, knocking at the door. I want to go out, don't know if I can, 'cause I'm so afraid of the Tommyknocker man. Yay, my computer is back up!
The titans laugh at you once again you and your sea shell, and your hopeful smile! Do you know how you were born? Castration, missy! And now you make a living out of the very thing, the very thing! A man's member- so soft so vulnerable-the heart. And this is why the rush of waves is romantic! This is why red, blood red stands for your favor.
Poem....?
Jan 2 2007, 10:29 PM
