Blot came to be
blot was,    and seamed to stay there
for nothing else than to be there,
that was what blot was
and that was what blot does.

Blot had two left feet
so moving around was hard
and just because,   life was hard
that's what blot wound do.

now i ask myself
is blot me or you?

This old country teach me nothing else
for I can tell you that myself
for I will just wither and die
and never be the man I sound to be
and no longer myself
so UK country
give to me
something
I
want to be

For this old country gives nothing to me.

Left my happy home
To when, who knows
if I will return
and found my head one day
without trying
is that bad or is that good
maybe self medication misunderstood
say to myself do not worry

You sill have the T-Shirt
and it says

H OP E  A  N  D   G  LO  R  Y.

While I spend time looking over this top shelf
all I found was myself
not a book
just this page full of words
that explains me not
My own words.

John Brown bring him down
pull his body to the ground.
bring him down.

Holiday, Holiday, I just declare a holiday
left him up just enough
pull his body to the ground.

Holiday, Holiday, I declare a holiday
even what the doctors say
John Brown.

You going on a holiday
on the holiday that is
truly yours.

Left leg up
left leg down
that way i move around
sick from the view
that I have seen
keep on moving that left leg around
only feeling complete
when the right leg
joins in that dance
that is really in my head
my imagination

WE got the LIGHTS on
but have my eyes shut so I can see
no horizon, standing alone
on the roof of my shed
which the shed of my head

left leg down
that way i move around*.

Imagination
can  take  you to
anywhere,    for now
I have cream in my head
now    an     astro    traveller
third     man    on    the   moon
lung full of time and space
must just be my age
but I would like
to wish you
happy
easter.

Not only do they give you things
they abuse you also,
things you m
                  e
                  n
                  t
to be good, bit you in the **** also.

If that is true
then things of love
will one day
take you where

You do not want to be
into the hate of love
in the prickly tree
of

BUT I LOVE


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Pink
did not want to be
this way at all
never to be mellow yellow so
forced her way to be
what she was
J
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T


P            I              N                  K.

Now left was right
so right
left also.

a time to come when
nature will no longer miss **** my soul
but it is my own creative head
and why I am like man this way

In this poem you read one
and get one free.

Do
you like me
after a hard day at work
while you are relaxing at home
find like me

Y
you can not sleep at night

O
omit what you should have done that night

U
use that time for yourself


?

Now this fine day
Paul would met his lord

and this is odd to me
for I have no lord unto this day
but Paul met his lord

He said to me
Paul what have you done

and unto GOD
did say
O sweat lord you know all so!

please tell me what did I do today
as you take me away.