Monday, 13 December 2010


unlemon yourself
gift yourself with loo
roll while you wipe the dew
from the pidgeon guts
look at this bird gristled down
can't walk or fly or carry
an arguement or two
You could go to grief's door and knock a feud
slowing down enough to ouch a tune
har har half the things you do
believe a few
sandman rake me through
a thousand moons
sandman bring the spoon

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