Poems
Beer Cellar
Fermented malt
Flavour with hops
A glass cold gushing
golden luquid
down my thoart you go
Beer and Skittles
Flavour with hops
A glass cold gushing
golden luquid
down my thoart you go
Beer and Skittles
Bus life
Punching and shoving
They load us in
Like sardines in a tin can
Cruising along your route
The bus hums along the street and
Takes sharp turns
The Driver beeps horn
At the idiot that
Almost killed a bus load of people
They load us in
Like sardines in a tin can
Cruising along your route
The bus hums along the street and
Takes sharp turns
The Driver beeps horn
At the idiot that
Almost killed a bus load of people
Rattle Snake
In my Presence you
Shake and rattle that tail of yours
back and forth
Your defense Mechism
But I am more afaird of you
Then you are of me
Do you know
I hate you
People hate what they fear
Does displease you?
You are the rattler
Rattle which ever way you can
Shake and rattle that tail of yours
back and forth
Your defense Mechism
But I am more afaird of you
Then you are of me
Do you know
I hate you
People hate what they fear
Does displease you?
You are the rattler
Rattle which ever way you can
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