Day: 27/01/2018

…”Roll my vertebrae out like dice Let my skull be a home for the mice Let me bleach like the bones on a beach I’ll be hard like a pit from a peach Now the ground has a branch Now the hound has a ranch The old tressel’s just junk The Edsel is on blocks The old said so… won’t talk I’m a blimp that’s straining, cut’er ties I’m a moth in training, flutter by… Huh… When I’m gone When I’m gone I said I will have satisfaction I will be satisfied