(2014)
My brain hurts from thinking all the thunks that I have thought or is it from the thoughts of thin… now it hurts more than it ought
My friend dared me once To get a hair cut He agreed in return To get punched in the gut I grabbed my scissors
You could get hit by lightning Or run over by a rock Theres so many ways one could go Its rather quite a shock You could get sucked into a vortex
If you walk past me Oh, the things you would not know There’s plenty of stories and tale… If you stop to say hello
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
His pencil would not write No matter how much he would scold… “It’s not about the pencil boy” “It’s about the one who holds it”
In the streets lived a musician Who played with no beat he did not even know how to read from a sheet he’d strum his fiddle
I put a saddle on a whale I traveled faster than all could s… I can’t return home though I’ve been stranded on rocks Since people get angry
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
Don’t step in puddles If you enjoy your leg Id rather you not Have to walk Wobbly with a peg
He moved so very quietly Peeking through the blades of gras… Of the tribe of lion hunters He was the very last He leapt from the bushes
whats that you say I cant read lips Oh wait I’m blind Sometimes Even I forget
Every one shall fear me For I’m the almighty bush If I see you waiting for the road… You might just get a push If you get to close to me
Hey diddle diddle you’ve reached t… And it appears you’ve not run away So try your best To finish the rest Even if it takes all the next day
I asked jane if I could kiss her But she said she suffered from a t… I asked Brooke out lots But her stomachs always in knots And with Claire I’ve always tried
