Sunday, April 8, 2012

Turn my day into a sack of love

Galactic Foreigner   You Always Serve Somebody Unless You Ain't    That one again Dadd/nny bought her flowers once but died at half her age. Time travelers hardly ever get paid.



Off the regular roads where nobody goes nobody car(e)s boo hoo boo hoo!
He's been like that for years
threats blowing across the air
he walks off ledges but just won't fall
I see no reason to discourage
a go-getter needs pourage
but oatmeal won't please em all
 Having ideas in an industry that relies in scarcity is like a suicide note on your being. 
First you have to make sure your competition of depravity and scarcity are okay, by free will, to have available resources for other entities to live with abundance or joy or withdraw of servitude.


"There are always surprises for those attentive to non-expectation.(laughs)" 


I'm a suicidal idiot won't you charm me
say 'please don't" and promptly disarm me
Shoot me in the dick like you love me
be beside or behind or above me

I'm the suicidal idiot wont you love me
turn my day into a sack of love
send donations so I can buy a gun
air out my morsels for fun
Ride the elevator high on through the air
Stare out the windows of my beefy Lexus
Tried a diet or two through exercise-chew
Plus my wife is g'damn relentless.

I'm the suicidal idiot won't you harm me
Four marriages seem more like a mirage
Chistmas isn't that far away
and every tomorrow is a latter day
So we'll see what the time slot will cause

He's been like that for years
threats blowing across the air
he walks off ledges but just won't fall
I see no reason to discourage
a go-getter needs pourage
but oatmeal won't please em all

Cross a stick, dryly.

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