Worm Tube
Worm Tube There I was on the dance floor pointing fingers And there you were on the dance floor eating Pringles And you said, ‘Want a Pringle?’ And I said, ‘No thanks.’ Maybe in another dimension I did accept And maybe I wore a tux and you a wedding dress And you said, ‘I do.’ And I said, ‘I do too.’ But that’s another dimension and I’m here now And I look at my wife, that hairy faced cow And she says, ‘Make a cuppa.’ And I say, ‘Okay dear.’ Oh if things had been just a little bit different And I’d opened that green tube of delicatessens And you’da said, ‘Your welcome.’ And I’da said, ‘Once you pop, you just can’t stop.’ What then I ask… What then?
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Darius
I'm into poetry that flows through me, more as an emotional art-form than a traditional construction, but I do appreciate most of it.
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