To write, to write Yes these words do excite... A sleeping giant of sorts Whose brow has not been tested And how carefully invested - Scrambled verse is attested To a rhymic riddled head
Absent minded by my own volition. Warmly embrace mental attrition. State of rest is my mission on listless and free day
hey hey! Big Bill a slingin' his heart chords Endless visions of bright sunny fjords sigh I am yet unescaped mind neatly taped to a lonely widowers table
mind is unstable find an old drunkard untell this dark fable i cant sleep and im feeling... rrreaal tired.