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All the grown up men
and sexy women
Say goodnight
to their walls

Safe in their king size beds
they snuggle up
It rains outside
a sweet sound

She drops a pill to sleep
he finishes a cigarette
And the awful truth
is not revealed

Tomorrow
when the sun gets high
The call will go out
to nullify the immovable pain

Where nations kill for a patch of land
and weapons get more bold
Where the sexes are such enemies
religion in the sand

And business is some slime or mud
clogging all my thought
Buy me cars
a coupla' Mars bars

Oh, for the cool of night

All the men who never grew up
and sixty year old women
take a good bite of
their Walls’ Ice Cream

In the safe under their king size beds
their hobby-horses snuggle up
with reigns falling outside
a sweet sound? Neigh.

She waits for Bill to sleep
but he is finishing his caviar
And the awful roof
reveals the sky

Yesterday
when my son got high
The cat went out
to pack and move to Spain

I could kill for a gazpacho
and as I get more old
Where the sixties are my enemies
pigeon in my sandwich

And prissiness is some lime or bud (wiser?)
blogging all my thoughts
Buy me jars
a coupla' shooting stars

Oh, for the call of a Knight

It's bloody good,
but maybe lacks authenticity.

You do me a service Mickey. Ta.

With respect
Boss

Boss wrote:It's bloody good,
but maybe lacks authenticity.

You do me a service Mickey. Ta.

With respect
Boss

wholly lacks authenticity! But thanks

michael