how London reeled
its fate seemed sealed.
There was a bridge
up near a ridge
which you could climb
if you had time.
‘What is the use’,
I asked sleep drunk,
of the rotund and
helpful monk.
‘It leads you to
the golden shoe,
you slip inside,
go for a ride.’
‘Where to, my friend,
where will they send
me from the shoe
endorsed by you? ‘
‘Please understand,
it’s Yonderland,
a land so free
where you can be
where children thrive
truly alive
where they may sigh
but never cry.
My love for games to match one’s withas scored a very lovely hit.We simply must, two-o-o-nineget back and tease. WHO’S Miss DEVINE? ? ? ?I’m not aware of such a birdand do reject the slur, my word!But tell me please, perhaps, by chanceI could invite her to our dance.Plus Sarah, who is such a gembut…
Das Fleisch ist weich und rosarotein Zeichen fuer den nahen Tod.Mein Schwanz dringt ein, es ist soweitnur Jubel, Trubel, Heiterkeit.Doch das ist Irrsinn, denn er schwimmtden Sinn des Lebens mit sich nimmt.Es ist doch alles scheissegaldie Welt geht unter, allemal.
I did post stuff that was contraireto fool you all, it was not fair.But coming as I do from whencethe slightest whisper makes one tense,one never tells one’s thoughts to othersnot even spouses, friends or mothers.Thus, I kept up the grand charadeunlike the fellow called De Sade.This morning when I woke from sleep(I’d gone to…
It was a vain attempt,utterly so.How could one hopefor an escapefrom total annihilationby man-made meansBut Sap felt bettersimply for trying.He saw himselfas paying memberof one big globalnuclear family.
he thought that he would change the beeas it was really notexceptional or beautifulit lacked a certain trait,he poured a silver teaspoonfulof phosphopyruvateinto the mouth of the small beethen waited for a bit,the bee flew up into a treeand had a minor fit.Petit Mal thought God and as he satthe bee let out a rumble,and…
Ascorbate dosenow in arrears.Your face amissyour mood at minusand after thisthat nasty sinus.Six billion germsnow guard your lipswhat are the termswho’s got some tips?But, never mindI know those bugsthey may be blindthey may be thugs.They’re not abovecommunicationor interpersonal sensationI’ll have to kiss each one to reachyour lovely mouthsweet as a peach.
