Post by Stanley Brown on Sept 19, 2016 15:55:42 GMT
Over time, I am moving slowly with a lead foot when I'm not with you,
Every hour of the suspension is hung like an eternity of blobbiness;
Every day, up I get sloping up an ice mountain summit clouded
In the air, no birds singing tweet tweet out of their grizzled beaks,
No sweet smell of flowers fluttering up my waggly moustache-infested nostril
O day so bleak and grey like a blindfolded throat-warbler,
And the willow waving like a vegetable in the anus-woggling breeze.
O lonely me with my ridiculosity and melancholicnatiousness!
Look at my wizened face, ashen mood moon-lit in the chilly-willy night!
See the stars of space not emphasizing great infinity of sky!
In my flip-flop soul there is a world of apathy and his wife,
A pool of oblivion on the trodden-over pavement of life!
Tick tock goes the eternal and handless pendulum clackling away
Say it with me, please, do not rush my clock at end of day!
Every hour of the suspension is hung like an eternity of blobbiness;
Every day, up I get sloping up an ice mountain summit clouded
In the air, no birds singing tweet tweet out of their grizzled beaks,
No sweet smell of flowers fluttering up my waggly moustache-infested nostril
O day so bleak and grey like a blindfolded throat-warbler,
And the willow waving like a vegetable in the anus-woggling breeze.
O lonely me with my ridiculosity and melancholicnatiousness!
Look at my wizened face, ashen mood moon-lit in the chilly-willy night!
See the stars of space not emphasizing great infinity of sky!
In my flip-flop soul there is a world of apathy and his wife,
A pool of oblivion on the trodden-over pavement of life!
Tick tock goes the eternal and handless pendulum clackling away
Say it with me, please, do not rush my clock at end of day!
