Please relieve me,let me wee for I can’t hang on any more
Underneath the larches I sit and dream when blue
God never made those little green nipples.
Somewhere, my glove I’ll never find again
A ride with me.fast rolls the open bar.
Silent Might.
All niches that on earth do fill
The growl made the pussy cat row to sea.
I can’t live without his weathered love.
The old home town looks ashamed as I fall out of the train
Scarlet widows with long hair
Yesterday,all my rubble seemed so far away.
Phone me when you hit the lonely trail.
Give me soil for my gramp,keep him moaning,
God test ye merry gentlemen[:I can’t wait to see their spiritual intelligence!]
God’s vexed with wealthy gentlemen.:spiritual economics for dummies
It’s not the weaving in Widow’s rooms that peeves me,but my heart hates when I sink with flu.
We all grieve in a hollow sub-marine
Drowned by the bally wardens
How my heart speaks 