I saw a foliated Beatle, playing guitar
he looked like a reject for bleeding Ringo Star
a slug had wiped it's trail in it's sleepy state
yet he was so desperate it was all far too late
Then he was stuck, ... stuck in the mire
and his warts were growing and on fire
he cursed the day that he was born
he would not be father of any spawn
Then she ripped him up
then she ate him up
to there was nothing left
nothing left of him
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 9:22 PM UTC
I saw a foliated Beatle, playing guitar
he looked like a reject for bleeding Ringo Star
a slug had wiped it's trail in it's sleepy state
yet he was so desperate it was all far too late
Then he was stuck, ... stuck in the mire
and his warts were growing and on fire
he cursed the day that he was born
he would not be father of any spawn
Then she ripped him up
then she ate him up
to there was nothing left
nothing left of him
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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