My outstretched arms surpass the point
Of normal, taxing every joint
By reaching, gasping, pulling in
The cloistered thoughts that lie within.
There is nothing the matter with me.
I'm as healthy as I can be.
I have arthritis in both my knees
And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze.
Junior bit the meter man.
Junior kicked the cook
Junior's antisocial now
(According to the book)
There are those moments in our lives
We would love to have again
A second chance to make it different
Than how it turned out then
Hell is other people's minds,
their thoughts to wander in..
Purgatory is our own
The ladies of Cow Creek decided they should learn First aid
Since Mrs. Johnson's Husband cut his foot off with a spade
She saw the poor old bugger fall and thought it was his heart
Then killed him jumping on his chest, trying to make it start
The metaphor of butterflies;
provides for me an alibi
for life such as it is.
Regret had set them miles apart.
the past, a present curse
had etched itself upon the heart
insipient, - perverse.
If women had udders
and cows had breasts
what would be shown in The Sun?
Would it be Daisy
When life has dealt you an unfair hand
And you feel like you've really been cheated
Don't get irate, spit teeth and curse fate;
Stay calm, chill out, and be seated.