Sunday, May 11, 2014

A Night of Fred

I sighed, then tried to rub my back
She rolled around and bared her rack
I noticed then how much I missed
Her lips and tongue my penis kissed

I spent an eon in the crap
Trying to gure out the map
And nd the road to my true self
That I had left on a high shelf

I blamed the weather and the moon
Regardless of the hot balloon
Which got me high into the clouds
I fainted in the choking shrouds

I found out what Id done to live
a life of lies and nought to give
A spider dropped me down the well
I fell and landed down in hell

The hell I built with my own hands
Was now becoming all that stands
Between my sanity and most
Of what you use to call a ghost

So I began to stir the pitch
A lot of tar I had to ditch
Tomorrow I will wake and nd
That I am born of 'nother kind

I will get rid of all my fears
And joy will wash away my tears
to soothe and mend my wounded brain
that too much time in mud had lain
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