I was sitting by the Jolla tree
writing a list of what I need
it started with world peace
and ended in tears of children
That was the list sitting by the Jolla tree
my list was d cup, would you like to see
love me, hate me
but you will never be rid of me
I am shaving off my beard
and colouring my hair ruby red
for I care little of myself
and soon I will be dead
I am a rabble in my own underwear
a faded clown worlds apart
my love is for words
it's a pity we have to part
I was made to crash and burn
this is the wage I earned
what was it all for
what the hell did I learn
For I crash and burn
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 5:23 AM UTC
I was sitting by the Jolla tree
writing a list of what I need
it started with world peace
and ended in tears of children
That was the list sitting by the Jolla tree
my list was d cup, would you like to see
love me, hate me
but you will never be rid of me
I am shaving off my beard
and colouring my hair ruby red
for I care little of myself
and soon I will be dead
I am a rabble in my own underwear
a faded clown worlds apart
my love is for words
it's a pity we have to part
I was made to crash and burn
this is the wage I earned
what was it all for
what the hell did I learn
For I crash and burn
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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