A post for the wise
A letter to the daft
Nothing in remise
Wasn't that a craft?
Create a domicile
Dominatrix style
Absolute remorse
Nothing that reclines.
Serve a patron
With both arms
Force a lover
Too.
Don't take no
But have it all
Qu'est ce que c'est,
Mon Dieu?
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Secret Society of the Fittest
Did you know there is a group of people who gather,
They laugh at everyone else, because no one is as fit as they?
Nobody knows
That Tim can touch his toes.
Nobody dares
To disturb David when he stares.
Never has a no one
Knocked on Neville's door.
But we always try to notice
Andy on the floor.
These fit people, fit fit people.
Who are they to judge?
The rest of us who slave away
When blubber doesn't budge?
These taught people, these tamed toned people.
Who are they to nudge?
At my side, my dark dark side
When here's my chocolate fudge.
They laugh at everyone else, because no one is as fit as they?
Nobody knows
That Tim can touch his toes.
Nobody dares
To disturb David when he stares.
Never has a no one
Knocked on Neville's door.
But we always try to notice
Andy on the floor.
These fit people, fit fit people.
Who are they to judge?
The rest of us who slave away
When blubber doesn't budge?
These taught people, these tamed toned people.
Who are they to nudge?
At my side, my dark dark side
When here's my chocolate fudge.
Back
The girl in the ditch
And her old world is spinning 'round
The eyes in her head
Are only used to detect.
The girl is on a bench
Her old world is circling around
Sweetly as a dream
To look at her down.
The girl out of town
Her old world behind her now
Sour like bad cream
Rough like cheap stones
Empty like her heart
And all those before her.
And her old world is spinning 'round
The eyes in her head
Are only used to detect.
The girl is on a bench
Her old world is circling around
Sweetly as a dream
To look at her down.
The girl out of town
Her old world behind her now
Sour like bad cream
Rough like cheap stones
Empty like her heart
And all those before her.
Au revoir, le feu
Blend the noises with the silence
Give me sullen hum
Are we awoken, naked, broken
Was that a distant drum?
Get me used to this abuse
I'll enjoy it one day, one.
Endure, forgiveness
You're my witness
Sweat, he follows
Run.
Give me sullen hum
Are we awoken, naked, broken
Was that a distant drum?
Get me used to this abuse
I'll enjoy it one day, one.
Endure, forgiveness
You're my witness
Sweat, he follows
Run.
Internets
Such was this
Oh was that
Find me tits
I love tats
Show me piercings
Tickle my fancies
All of my checkboxes
And colour my hair.
Don't forget carnations
Roses can be spared
Lilies are hard done by
When the market isn't near.
Can we go to dance
And could we sleep til noon
Follow my heart slowly
And we will marry soon.
Oh was that
Find me tits
I love tats
Show me piercings
Tickle my fancies
All of my checkboxes
And colour my hair.
Don't forget carnations
Roses can be spared
Lilies are hard done by
When the market isn't near.
Can we go to dance
And could we sleep til noon
Follow my heart slowly
And we will marry soon.
Duet
Elementary, that is dear
You've been tricked
Again.
Such long Tom Foolery.
But, ask
Was it you or was it him?
Ask not he
And ask not why.
For it's the first lesson
Perhaps you missed?
For I could say
Right to the day
There's nothing sentimental
About your meeting him.
It's another Harry
Just another Dick
Or was he Tom.
Just don't make the mistake
Again.
You've been tricked
Again.
Such long Tom Foolery.
But, ask
Was it you or was it him?
Ask not he
And ask not why.
For it's the first lesson
Perhaps you missed?
For I could say
Right to the day
There's nothing sentimental
About your meeting him.
It's another Harry
Just another Dick
Or was he Tom.
Just don't make the mistake
Again.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
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