A Tale Of Glee

Prancing merrily in a prairie with encircling parakeets

Squatting over the cool grass as the morning’s dew moistens your ass

Shitting out some kind of gold sludge that you can sell for like a million bucks

Mood ever so gay, it’s as if you’re deliberately dissing Dismay

Enchanted – the date was romantic, fantastic, not even lombasted by Brain Voice’s pedantic concern for semantics 

The day has been won, you lucky son – 

Or daughter of a dad called Gun 😉

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s