God died right after had given her
The power of creation
Who is she to talk Friedrich
Like her blue premature infant?
I liked the color blue but it is
The color of forget-me-nots
Who am I to talk flower
Like my growing hair down under?
"What are humans?
Why am I different?"
Who is God to ask?
The talking doll now is God
No, no different than
The sky nor the ocean
God is a rolling title
Like a dough, like eyeballs
Who is it to talk breadcrumbs?
The birds aren't like that anymore
I sat on the table
Flipped
No, no different than a shared diary --- Then
Lou Gehrig should be happy
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 1:12 AM UTC
God died right after had given her
The power of creation
Who is she to talk Friedrich
Like her blue premature infant?
I liked the color blue but it is
The color of forget-me-nots
Who am I to talk flower
Like my growing hair down under?
"What are humans?
Why am I different?"
Who is God to ask?
The talking doll now is God
No, no different than
The sky nor the ocean
God is a rolling title
Like a dough, like eyeballs
Who is it to talk breadcrumbs?
The birds aren't like that anymore
I sat on the table
Flipped
No, no different than a shared diary --- Then
Lou Gehrig should be happy
Then Lou Gehrig should be happy