Delta40
10-31-2012, 05:50 PM
In stripey pyjamas
my thoughts roam
till the sun rises
I'll race you there and back!
On this marathon of mania,
there is no finish line,
no victory ribbon to cross.
I can stop now..No I can't!
I'll swallow a purple pill
for Bi-Carb Soda II
and take a chopper to the
unnecessay details.
All my friends tell me
I don't need the umbilical cord
once a poem is born.
Why cradle the placenta
when I can nurse the real thing?
my thoughts roam
till the sun rises
I'll race you there and back!
On this marathon of mania,
there is no finish line,
no victory ribbon to cross.
I can stop now..No I can't!
I'll swallow a purple pill
for Bi-Carb Soda II
and take a chopper to the
unnecessay details.
All my friends tell me
I don't need the umbilical cord
once a poem is born.
Why cradle the placenta
when I can nurse the real thing?