arabia is far away and stretches out in every direction but though you cut it up every which way there's nothing but sand in every section boom-ba-de-boom, ba-de-boom-boom-boom boom-ba-de-boom, ba-de-boom-boom-boom bury my heart in a golden tomb at the end of the earth, if there's any room i want to go to china before i die to see if everything i was taught was a lie i'll pay some wise old sages a call we'll sit and talk, beside a waterfall weary waitresses and bored detectives fill the hallways with vile invective hotel down by the railroad tracks dead shoe salesmen never come back i woke up this morning with a feeling of despair and looked around for my teddy bear but someone had slipped through the bars of my cell and carried poor teddy off to hell |
Friday, March 19, 2010
5 poems
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