(2014)
My mind is rather scary It’s why I keep it in my head If it ever where to escape Oh the things it’d do I dread
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
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
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
He wore a helmet every day And pads on each limb His biggest fear was the moment An idea would hit him
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
Theres a key to happiness The man said as he rocked “But if theres a key to happiness Why would they keep it locked”
I let the cat out To explore the yard It scratched at the fence But the fence was to hard It laid about then swallowed
My friends all bragged Of the things they did James fought a lion But had let it live A snake bit Will
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
Into the room the child had run I have super powers his story begu… I can see through walls For real no lies So the parents got up
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
The things I must do Oh the things I must do I must polish the dishes And wash my shoes The things I must do
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
She comes out of the ocean at nigh… To fold my clothes and clean my be… She like to pick up after me And make sure I’m always fed Slippery floors is the only price
