We therefore go through life to find revenge
inside a square or such, an open henge.
And if we fail to find our paradise
let’s drown the elbow patched, the shaded eyes.
I know, my lovely friend, you were deprived
and things got worse indeed when I arrived.
Today I’m truly yours, you choose the tools.
would you please join me on, our Ship of Fools
or have suspicionthat there bea thought amiss.Let us rejoicethat darkness isour trusted friendand our voiceis now a whisper,a romantic blendof words that kisswhile bodies bendin ecstasy,though not for showas deep insidenone would suspectto find a foestill half erectnot there to hidebut to assertthrough carnal spurtand lack of shamehis final claim.
Her lips were too blue for kissingand a blue-tongue lizard was her pet.As for me, I ended up singing the blues.
My youngster is a clever lad,attached a lengthy hose.And, by the time the hose filled upa new problem arose,the cistern spills out from the top,a faulty valve won’t close.The baby’s nappy went intothe toilet’s wide-mouthed drain,was followed by a tiny shoeand if this sounds insane,you should have been at our houselast week when lights went…
not Helen but the boy from Troyappears to us, his talk so strangehe quickly triggers great offense,it seems he’s keenly looking fora diatribe of little senseoh what a bore, oh what a bore.
circuitbreaker tonight?Just a tender, small bite?Chewing raises the cudbut a tongue is a dudso the beacon may bethe old sentry for thee.
the Factor H,so very crucialit is a productof just one acidcalled Methionine.Like Drano, brrrrr,it scours and eatsthe lining of all vessels.Thus wrecks the roadsthat bring new foodand oxygen and life,to everywhere and nowhere.It has been foundthat Factor Hwill tell aboutyour chances ofand prospects forsurvival. It is your life.So do pay heedand look at yoursbut never…
