I could read you some smoking hot papers
and you
could get high on the vapours,
or possibly go A to Zee in the
pages of our dictionary,
she says,
I'll give it some thought.
Then I get an F for the fantasy
I thank her and
she
goes and blanks me,
this is not an
'incident on the Yangtze'
this happened in my own
backyard.
I play solo with this tight illusion
it saves on the electric or
is that a delusion?
as always
I'm full of confusion
I blame that on Welles and
his Mercury radio show.
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 1:55 PM UTC
I could read you some smoking hot papers
and you
could get high on the vapours,
or possibly go A to Zee in the
pages of our dictionary,
she says,
I'll give it some thought.
Then I get an F for the fantasy
I thank her and
she
goes and blanks me,
this is not an
'incident on the Yangtze'
this happened in my own
backyard.
I play solo with this tight illusion
it saves on the electric or
is that a delusion?
as always
I'm full of confusion
I blame that on Welles and
his Mercury radio show.
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