the night i met a map maker
who'd never seen the world
i found out that this living life
slowly comes unfurled
with every sought experience
and everything undone,
granted we are shoelaces
tied and gone ho-gung
so much so that we don't know
the order of our things,
like when we meet a pretty girl
we take her off some rings
and when the rings come ringing by
the anchor on your ship
i answer the phone and to him say
i'll never take your ****
to my house
because i don't have indoor plumbing.
Apr 9, 2012
Apr 9, 2012 at 2:52 AM UTC
the night i met a map maker
who'd never seen the world
i found out that this living life
slowly comes unfurled
with every sought experience
and everything undone,
granted we are shoelaces
tied and gone ho-gung
so much so that we don't know
the order of our things,
like when we meet a pretty girl
we take her off some rings
and when the rings come ringing by
the anchor on your ship
i answer the phone and to him say
i'll never take your ****
to my house
because i don't have indoor plumbing.
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