| [m] (language) The Dead Rover This is a poem that I'm working on. It can be improved.
Fuck the ones who start over
And pass one down again
We found the four leaf clover
And pass one down again
Having a one sided conversation
With a figment of my imagination
EPC'd me back through this doorway station
Sentenced for chronic masturbation
Fuck the ones who start over
And pass it down again
We found the four leaf clover
We can finally be zen
Crimson and clover: another dead rover
Two thousand times, same date, same time
2007 two thousand times over
The loop is a circle and circles can't be climbed
Fuck the ones who start over
Time traveling to way back when
Fuck the ones who start over
I hope I'm not one of them
I'm not one for Deja vu,
The scattered story from the scattered man.
But I've seen this, how bout you?
Please let Bob out of the chamber. God damned Ativan. |