they want blood and badges and long shore drift and something to connect the three with an interlectual shift but they dont grow hops and valerian to get the buggers to sleep and so while they pass (the buggers) we (the parents) creep...
... around like overgrown schoolkids...
happily un-aware
of the absolute and total excellence
required there.
While others make drugs
and invent diseases.
for what mother once called
little sneezes.
Calpol will not save the nation
The cherry chapstick awaits
like a century's corpse outgrown
by the billion deaths of our progeny's success.
This bird.......
2 comments:
this is ok
this is ok. this is fucking ok. o fucking k. bolox.
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