the water at five was up to my neck
the rain was bucketing down
the river was rising quite clearly
and about to submerge
the town.
A cow floated past
a weird look in her eyes
as if it was my fault,
the biggest surprise was
yet to come
the water rose higher and sunk the Sun.
I swam and I swam as only a drowning man can
but
there is no Kansas for me
I make no bones about it
that
living down here with
Davy Jones in the locker
without a key
is possibly
as **** as it can be
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 5:01 AM UTC
the water at five was up to my neck
the rain was bucketing down
the river was rising quite clearly
and about to submerge
the town.
A cow floated past
a weird look in her eyes
as if it was my fault,
the biggest surprise was
yet to come
the water rose higher and sunk the Sun.
I swam and I swam as only a drowning man can
but
there is no Kansas for me
I make no bones about it
that
living down here with
Davy Jones in the locker
without a key
is possibly
as **** as it can be
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