funny po-em-things...
Goofy Poems On Eyeballs n' Such
For The Thinking Weirdo
Dark Matter
|
Listen
I climb through catacombs of bone To stand alone upon a prominence of stone That overlooks A sea of burning books
And underneath the blue-black clouds A milling crowd of people, many thousands Walking round and round Upon the barren ground
Within the vibrant violet sky The thundering and violence Are nature's way Of shouting us to silence
And maybe there's still time to see The things that we've been missin' If only we Could somehow learn to listen
|
All Evil Toons, All The Time! |
Our Leaders Are Chucky-Dolls |
||||||||
Other Neat & Scary Stuff |
Site Map of Doom |