Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Lunatics Lymerics
The tired bafoon sits humming a tune and spits in the hungry mexican saloon
Asleep and deflated like a brother unrelated, he hisses like a rubber baloon
There's the dark room joker throwing cards like poker
Aloof in the midst of the smoke breathing toker
The flimmy flammy shamrock Sammy drinks bottle after bottle of irish whiskey
He skinny dips with sharks off the coral reefs of sadness without the thought being risky
And alone and tired, the robot boy is rewired and stands in the corner in trouble
He remains unheard like a mute humming bird, awaiting for God to pop the bubble
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