Thoughts After Hours
"Does it make the contrived medicine,
any easier on the gander or the swallow,
when it's from a 'scaped Nanny goat's,
ground skin, flesh, bones and marrow?
The bitter bleating maa'ing pills will turn you into the very same tomorrow.
While the birds will peck, honk, hiss and
cheap-en it from the heron to the sparrow."
"Are comets simply shots fired by luminaries during interplanetary warfare from galactic bows and arrows?"
"Does the rain wet the appetite of Godly stars that wait patiently in the shadows?"
"A scope turned hanging rope is the Milky Way fallen from a spacious...
any easier on the gander or the swallow,
when it's from a 'scaped Nanny goat's,
ground skin, flesh, bones and marrow?
The bitter bleating maa'ing pills will turn you into the very same tomorrow.
While the birds will peck, honk, hiss and
cheap-en it from the heron to the sparrow."
"Are comets simply shots fired by luminaries during interplanetary warfare from galactic bows and arrows?"
"Does the rain wet the appetite of Godly stars that wait patiently in the shadows?"
"A scope turned hanging rope is the Milky Way fallen from a spacious...