#AmericanWriters
She fumbles and stumbles And falls down the stairs, Makes love to the leg of the dinin… She’s ready for animals, women or… She’s doing Quaaludes again.
I tripped on my shoelace And I fell up— Up to the roof tops, Up over the town, Up past the tree tops,
Yeah they call me Grizzly Bear go… Walk down the street and everybody… Ohohoh well I’m wild and wooly an… And so you’d better not mess with… Lemme tell you that I howl yowl g…
I’ve discovered a way to stay frie… There’s really nothing to it. I simply tell you what to do And you do it!!
My skin is kind of sort of brownis… Pinkish yellowish white. My eyes are greyish blueish green, But I’m told they look orange in… My hair is reddish blondish brown,
I am writing these poems From inside a lion, And it’s rather dark in here. So please excuse the handwriting Which may not be too clear.
I’ll sing you a poem of a silly yo… Who played with the world at the e… But he only loved one single thing… And that was just a peanut-butter… His scepter and his royal gowns,
Come on, baby, grease your lips, Put on your hat, and shake your hi… And don’t forget to bring your shi… We’re goin’ to the Freakers Ball. Shake your mojo, bang your gong,
Everybody says I’m paranoid they… They all smile to my face but they… They put poison in my coffee they… They put spiders in my tennis shoe… It’s hard to stop and figure out w…
Hector the Collector Collected bits of string, Collected dolls with broken heads And rusty bells that would not rin… Twists of wires, worn-out tires,
Whosever room this is should be as… His underwear is hanging on the la… His raincoat is there in the overs… And the chair is becoming quite mu… His workbook is wedged in the wind…
Inside everybody’s nose There lives a shar-toothed snail. So if youi stick your finger in, He may bite off your nail. Stick it farther up inside,
Once there was a tree.... and she loved a little boy. And everyday the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them into crowns
In the laid back California town… Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetca… You probably knew her well She was stoned 15 of her 18 years And her story was widely told,
Oh a little bitty termite you know… Well he walked right in sat right… You know he chewed out the walls a… But he kept gettin’ thinner and he… He said it’s plastic yeah he said…