The lunatic is on the grass.pardon me, i have to vomit.
The lunatic is on the grass.
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
Got to keep the loonies on the path.
The lunatic is in the hall.
The lunatics are in my hall.
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more.
repeatedly...
p.s. maybe when the troops come home, they can do a little house-cleaning...
1 comment:
Nice. I think Pink Floyd is quite appropriate, given the circumstances.
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