..and then there's the portal
through which I sometimes
hurtle,
the eye looking in on the
I looking out.
Put all your eggs in one basket
but
don't be surprised when you
end up with lots of chicks.
Quite neatly graffiti on the wall
I fall into,
Kilroy was here
but not before me.
So it goes to a penalty
a shoot out for
men like me
and
poetry is the referee,
I'm taking nine paces
tightening my braces
winding the engine for
once more around
the track.
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 5:48 AM UTC
..and then there's the portal
through which I sometimes
hurtle,
the eye looking in on the
I looking out.
Put all your eggs in one basket
but
don't be surprised when you
end up with lots of chicks.
Quite neatly graffiti on the wall
I fall into,
Kilroy was here
but not before me.
So it goes to a penalty
a shoot out for
men like me
and
poetry is the referee,
I'm taking nine paces
tightening my braces
winding the engine for
once more around
the track.
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