THEY ARE ACCIDENTALLY MET
Lost my masterpiece
And it wasn't even raining
Having forgotten to bring
Back a rock from Egypt
Next stop: Awakeland
So grabbing the blankets
His muscles had muscles
But where is he now?
Everybody's fucked up
Except my man
And it wasn't even raining
Having forgotten to bring
Back a rock from Egypt
Next stop: Awakeland
So grabbing the blankets
His muscles had muscles
But where is he now?
Everybody's fucked up
Except my man
Labels: poems
posted by Steve Caratzas at 10:49 PM
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1 Comments:
It's not quite the same without the wild, drunken gesturing but I chuckled nontheless.
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