I don't want to tell you, and you don't want to hear it. I'm sick of all this pantomiming, build idol, revere it. Tear it down and start again, always the beginning. Would it matter if I didn't play or would you still be winning?
You can ask all kinds of questions with a smile on your face. The smile's not quite strong enough though, it's burnt out, please replace. It's like a faded quilt where the stitches won't stay down. And I feel like a circus; the whole world is a clown.
Made me smile. :)ReplyDelete
Thanks Yvonne. :)Delete
From a self ordained saviour
Makes the masses uprise
And then cannabilise
Our 'leader' who's sour in flavour.
Holy political limerick, Anonymous! :)Delete
Your lips spew poisonReplyDelete
that fool me no more
Oh. That one's wicked. :)Delete
Smile when you say that, partner. Smile harder. Smile to hell and back, but smile you cynic. Laugh your ass off. Convince me you're joking when I find nothing funny. Humor me when I tell you I'm funnier than shit. Remind me again how shit is funny and everyone seems to know this "fact." Yuck it up, but take care of the ribs. One could split their side, I'm told. What a ridiculous notion, side splitting funniness. An image which defies even the sickest humor, the coldest psychopath. Best wishes and thanks for the thoughts.ReplyDelete
This is a dope piece, Ed. Hard. I dig it.Delete
wow - set it to music!ReplyDelete
Could happen.... ;)Delete
Some feelings and expressions, meanings and questions, are so encompassing, so overwhelming, so glove, dove, love important, they deserve to have us spend the time and find the rhyme.ReplyDelete
:) A valid argument. Thanks lady.Delete