Couldn't taste the taste that I was tastin'
Couldn't hear the waste that I was makin'
Tired of the life I was facin'
Couldn't tell one from another
Couldn't hide a secret from my mother
Any other mother wouldn't bother
Makin' time breakin' ground
Sail brown bay to chocolate town
Got me on the porch I'm in the front row
Says "shit's for real man" like I don't know
Get your punk ass back to the dog show...
A new breath I feel the grip releasin'
Scraping my guts off of the ceiling
I've got that sunny bunny feeling
and nothing more to say..
Couldn't hear the waste that I was makin'
Tired of the life I was facin'
Couldn't tell one from another
Couldn't hide a secret from my mother
Any other mother wouldn't bother
Makin' time breakin' ground
Sail brown bay to chocolate town
Got me on the porch I'm in the front row
Says "shit's for real man" like I don't know
Get your punk ass back to the dog show...
A new breath I feel the grip releasin'
Scraping my guts off of the ceiling
I've got that sunny bunny feeling
and nothing more to say..
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snakeplissken:
Yeah, I saw that a new leader of Weenlandia had been proclaimed without so much as a vote. And I certainly don't think our reactions were out of line or deserving of a "I'm gonna take my ball and go home" rebuttal. Drama makes the Boognish weep.
timtoxic:
Nice peom and it makes lots of sense to me. 