Mark Eyre

(01/03/1986 / Pontefract, UK)

The whole world in my hands


I got the whole world in my hands
And when I'm bored i like to squash her
She's as soft as soap on my ill treated palm
And attached to that globe is a band of twang
An elastic twang which goes with a bang
I trick the people into thinking I'll throw her away
But she just runs back like she's afraid
To go anywhere but my hand
She's the whole world, and she's in my hand
I got the whole world in my hands

When she's hot she gets wet
And when she's cold I squash her more
And on a morning I let her go
But on a night I get my kicks
From squashing her
I crush the world
And all my anger is realeased on this world
This world is in my hands
My hands which hold the globe
She's in my hands
I got the whole world in my hands

Submitted: Saturday, August 02, 2008
Edited: Saturday, August 02, 2008
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