I went to work
The wrong way
And got lost
No one would help me
I did not know what to do to get back
If I could buy a clue then I would but I have no cash on me so I am confused what
Take a picture
It'll last longer
But you don't have to
Though
If you had the photo
You might use it for bad things
An evil spell or something
How often do I have to say 'I love you' to trick you into believing it's true
I heart you
I lung you
I liver you
I small intestine the shit out of you sometimes
When you are sleeping
I take photos of you
And I photoshop the photos
So your eyes appear to be open
And you look like a corpse
Because baby
That's how I feel
On a good day I feel like a horse and on a bad day I feel like a mule
Today is somewhere between the two and it looks confusing
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3 comments:
i like this
good work farmboy
This is the poem of the cuentury, I can not belive how good it is one of the verse,which is this:
"
I heart you
I lung you
I liver you
I small intestine the shit out of you sometimes"
It has been a long time since I did not hear something so good, original and with magic in it.
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