They take it in turns
multiplying like germs,
ideas wreaking havoc between
my two ears.
If there be a vaccination to relieve
this situation,
let me know.
Ideas grow
and like dynamite they blow
the world apart.
But
between these two big ears is
another world of hope that's
filled with fears and the germs
accumulate, they never want to
cooperate
leaving me in such a state that
all I want to do
is sleep.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 12:21 PM UTC
They take it in turns
multiplying like germs,
ideas wreaking havoc between
my two ears.
If there be a vaccination to relieve
this situation,
let me know.
Ideas grow
and like dynamite they blow
the world apart.
But
between these two big ears is
another world of hope that's
filled with fears and the germs
accumulate, they never want to
cooperate
leaving me in such a state that
all I want to do
is sleep.
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