Foot
long
toenails
one hundred year old whales
Can't
find the vein
a junkies old refrain
Lost
in the music
of the street
The hiss
of rubber on the road
a sustained
lullaby
The reeds the reeds
blow those reeds
Plant seeds plant seeds
plant those seeds
Water them well
from
An ancient well
with spiked punch
And German sausages
so big that to get them up
you need a forklift
You heard by now
there's no depending on me
when it comes down to the crunch
but.... **** end of the joke so
Keep on keeping on
stretching out those legs
If not to
just walk
around the block
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 12:43 PM UTC
Foot
long
toenails
one hundred year old whales
Can't
find the vein
a junkies old refrain
Lost
in the music
of the street
The hiss
of rubber on the road
a sustained
lullaby
The reeds the reeds
blow those reeds
Plant seeds plant seeds
plant those seeds
Water them well
from
An ancient well
with spiked punch
And German sausages
so big that to get them up
you need a forklift
You heard by now
there's no depending on me
when it comes down to the crunch
but.... **** end of the joke so
Keep on keeping on
stretching out those legs
If not to
just walk
around the block
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