The last thing I need in this world is a gun.
Ideas are easy to come by.
Just think of tortoise shell, or a bustling ant hill.
Oh what in the world is practicality?
The senses of the world aren't making
much sense to me anymore.
From a distance I made contact.
But your teeth kept smashing together, together.
(Here's to the battle between heaven and hell.
Where wishing wonders down the wishing well.)
Today my grandparents came in.
Meet them, they are Rosie and Jim.
Hurray hurray hurray! For Rosie and Jim Today.
She made the best preserves, oh God! she made the best preserves!
No comments:
Post a Comment