The never ending poem...

Or maybe not, and we got it wrong;
Just difference verses and different songs
describing a script, a drama, a play
In which we perform before going away


Back to the green room, to rest for a while
Gather our thoughts, proof-read our style
Checking it over, just making sure
Getting all prepped-up and ready before
We put on our shoes, head for the door
And return to the stage,
to once more perform.

Last Edited by Ardhanarishvara on 06/19/2012 07:31 PM

In the name of love

Oxx

There once was a man from Nantucket

Whose cock was so long he could suck it

He said with a grin

Wiping sperm from his chin

If my ear was a cunt I could Fuck it!

all is quiet, somber and calm
then the darkness spills with alarm
all of a sudden the earth shook so violent
the people they ran to the outskirts so silet.

silent

in the light of love they hold each other

it's called mutual masterbation

You'll be smokin a hot turd in purgatory fer that one lad.

If you think you know, then surely you don't,
If you don't want to learn, then surely you won't;
But if you have space in your mind for a shock,
Then perhaps it is time to reshape your clock:

When the tock follows tick, the past it feels lost,
and your health and your youth are future's cost;
but if tick follows tock, and the past it remains,
what must that mean for the state of our brains?