Holy shit, that’s the absolute pits
Seems to me you really do need to have your wits about you
Bloody hell, that’s pretty damn pure alright, a poem that paints a mighty fine picture
Sets the foundations, a rather monumental structure in place
Something of a scripture
A few too many faces landing their otherwise roaming eyes upon your God-given prize
You’re opening yourself up to an all too heady demise, so be sure to get the rhyme just right this time, lavishly disguise what might otherwise be scene as a little or a lot left of centre
Always and forever on song, no such room at all for what’s deemed to be wrong
Perfect projection
An affable ZEN, right before they came and took the goddamn thing down!
No room for any kind of wordsmith here, any such clown floundering about with a Bic pen

Share and Enjoy !

0Shares
0 0