1659
Thu, 9 Oct 2008 at 04:29am
Once upon a time
there was a mysterious and cloaked figure.
who wrote his most depressing verses
whilst he was genuinely happy.
and everyone hated him for it.
1660
Thu, 9 Oct 2008 at 04:33am
When we stumble through the streets
When quite undressed
(naked for the world to see)
With our bottles in our hands
and our pipes in our mouths
and shouting long-lived war anthems
to the trees and the nymphs and the mothers
and I remember having taken several too many
of your dead wife's sleeping pills.
Things may be finally going right.
and I'm celebrating this fact
in a drink.
and I've been celebrating it,
for the past 30 years.
and you don't judge me for it.
