What an indescribable mess I have made myself into,
toppling over my own heels
falling over my feet in a spinning whirling whoop.
Can you hear the comical horns as I begin my descent?
Bulging pupils as I see myself
hoping not to bust into flame at the sight of you.
Carnivore my third glaring eyes is
(and yours too, I could imagine)
but lacking is the verbal commencement
the proclamation that is called for when doing such business
on this field of what there is.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 1:01 AM UTC
What an indescribable mess I have made myself into,
toppling over my own heels
falling over my feet in a spinning whirling whoop.
Can you hear the comical horns as I begin my descent?
Bulging pupils as I see myself
hoping not to bust into flame at the sight of you.
Carnivore my third glaring eyes is
(and yours too, I could imagine)
but lacking is the verbal commencement
the proclamation that is called for when doing such business
on this field of what there is.
