No where to call home.
My dad’s idea of a dome.
The cat chewed through my phone cord.
Twenty years ago an old crone tried to commit me to a psych ward.
I want to nestle with the holy vessel.
Heads or tails?
In your coffin do you want nails?
Brimstones will hail.
Secrets I will tell.
Heaven or hell?
Do I hear wedding bells?
I have nothing to sell.
The check is in the mail.
Cruise ships I never sail.
Yes I accidentally stepped on a snail.
I gave the neighbor’s dog water in a pail.
Roses are dead, violets are new, you heard what I said.
I only eat vegetarian stew.
My friend is old like a ghost.
He is friendly I miss him the most.