(2014)
Hello is this Houston It’s the man on the moon Yah life up heres great And theirs plenty of room I’ve found no life
In a corner alone Sat the chair with the teeth Locked away far From anyones reach If you sat down
It human nature to hate the silenc… Since it’s only quite when your al… So surround yourself with many fri… And let sound fill your home
His colors would not Follow lines A mangled mess The teacher finds “This papers all scribbles
When you look at the world flat You see nothing but squares It all looks the same Lines all put in pairs Faces look straight
The itsy bisty spider Came out the water spout Chased away my dog And drove my neighbors out I’ve stayed in this tree
There once was a man from Nantuck… Who sat out and played on his buck… He was joined by a singer from Ma… Who’s blues so sweet, would make i… Together they’d play, nearly every…
The ruler sat upon his thrown His thrown of sand to all was know… His castle was feared far and wide As the strongest fortress near ocean side
No I won’t allow you To write about me It’s a waste of time A waste of a tree I don’t care if I’m imagined
The pop gun out law rode from town to town on his steed he’d ride wearing his hat like a crown his name they would call
I gathered up my feelings and put them in a box I hid it in my attic and sealed it with a lock since then my girl left me
There once was a man who’s home wa… His size so small he’d fit in your… Along one day came a great gust of… And lifted the poor man, and his h… Into the air and over the land,
I’ve sat here waiting On the corner of markway and dessm… Waiting for the perfect girl To come knocking at my door I often sit and wonder
Brooke got her name Because she likes to babble Teller got his name Because he likes To tattle Shaky got his name
This poems the worst Nothing like the first My ideas are scattered about And the pages run out I’ve got better things to do
