some poetry, politics & what have you
posted by Lars Palm @ 12:25 PM
Old Cantankerousfrom The Diary of 3 a.m. Wake Up CallsTwo cats couldn't meow loud enough.So the third cat drowned them out, Scout,with a yeowl, show 'em who's top cat,cat. Me, I thought I laid insome bed in which I could sleepbut I was dreaming, dreaming, dreamt.You got an old furry friend, mate, love it.You got an old cranky cat, mate, loathe it.
Her Story from The Diary of a Bathroom DoorOne razorfish and fishing bowl don’t agree.So they dipped the hook in hole, hell,with a here and now not everynow and then, see. Me, I benta hand whenever it swambut I was sliced, sliced, sliced.You got a fin, girl, wing it.You got a fish, girl, ride its bike.
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