says a monster with an iron mask
there are no elephants here for you
no tender sweethearts to hug
why do you keep on doing this
I hear a joke but you’re a scream
how do you know where to put the pain
the door’s unlocked the devil knocks
my blanket feels like it has buckles
I'd get up and run to somewhere safe
(it’s impossible of course I’m lame)
a desperate nightmare I recite a poem
Better than whistling a happy tune
ReplyDeleteonce more the show/ to be a free man
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DeleteLet the hand of the law strike me down
if it will,
but I ask
that my story be heard and considered.
Such is life.
Cheers Clark & James
ReplyDeleteit's a new species of elevensie! knee buckler and all. x
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DeleteHa. Curveball
or intense sensation.
The origin of the species.