FreeBird1969
08-17-2005, 05:42 PM
Maybe somebody could help me fit a name to this upchuck.
I shit all over my last/sheet of typing paper/early this morning/much to my toes' surprise/The janitor was called up and I had to tell him he'd be working/late again/He found no commas/nor any question marks/and I was/abruptly informed/that I would never make it past first base/Who's playing ball I asked/and where/but the hoboic master of ceremonies told me/to fuck off/and left with my blood-soaked pen/My typewriter still had no paper/so I called up my brother/for which I got a good shaking/You're lost he told/me No I told him/but the telephone went dead/or so he said the next time I ran out of paper.
Buckets of Cheerwine thrown out to sea
Water turns red like a cup of Boston tea
Bodies a-floating, frozen in glee
Hands stretch-ed forwards for an allimony plea
Young girls come running, their pant hoses run
Old bench-ed men sit watching for fun
They all hang from nooses, shading the sun
Needle wounds longing to taste of someone
I shit all over my last/sheet of typing paper/early this morning/much to my toes' surprise/The janitor was called up and I had to tell him he'd be working/late again/He found no commas/nor any question marks/and I was/abruptly informed/that I would never make it past first base/Who's playing ball I asked/and where/but the hoboic master of ceremonies told me/to fuck off/and left with my blood-soaked pen/My typewriter still had no paper/so I called up my brother/for which I got a good shaking/You're lost he told/me No I told him/but the telephone went dead/or so he said the next time I ran out of paper.
Buckets of Cheerwine thrown out to sea
Water turns red like a cup of Boston tea
Bodies a-floating, frozen in glee
Hands stretch-ed forwards for an allimony plea
Young girls come running, their pant hoses run
Old bench-ed men sit watching for fun
They all hang from nooses, shading the sun
Needle wounds longing to taste of someone