i am a leaky faucet.
the crescent wrench of control
tightens,
righty tighty
but i drip, drip, drip.
a stronger hand has gripped my handle.
lefty loosy, let it flow
my dripping waters spill into your ears,
where earth flower seeds fell in late summer sun
oh, quick! quick! knock out the dirt
somebody call a plumber
blossoms like these
won't survive the coming frost.
*blossoms like these
will make your head explode.*
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 2:40 PM UTC
i am a leaky faucet.
the crescent wrench of control
tightens,
righty tighty
but i drip, drip, drip.
a stronger hand has gripped my handle.
lefty loosy, let it flow
my dripping waters spill into your ears,
where earth flower seeds fell in late summer sun
oh, quick! quick! knock out the dirt
somebody call a plumber
blossoms like these
won't survive the coming frost.
*blossoms like these
will make your head explode.*
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