I pray your brakes go out runnin’ down a hill
I pray a flowerpot falls from a window sill and knocks you in the head like I’d like to
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#115
can't you trip can't you think can't you feel like I do
can't you walk can't you breathe can't you trip like I do...like me...
can't you walk can't you breathe can't you trip like I do...like me...
#113
I know my haiku's are freaking intense
but even the words I made up to sound French
don't express my feelings for your toilet parts.
I would show up for our pottery class
dressed like a pirate with John Water's mustache
On a unicorn that shits your name in stars.
but even the words I made up to sound French
don't express my feelings for your toilet parts.
I would show up for our pottery class
dressed like a pirate with John Water's mustache
On a unicorn that shits your name in stars.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
#112
See the small time boy now
From a small town family
He's got to find his way now
Gotta find himself a woman
From a small town family
He's got to find his way now
Gotta find himself a woman
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