Poetic-Verses
my hair-cut..
~~round round
look around..
I'm shopping in Discount City..
I took a tip..
and had a sip of some black coffee..
Now I've tripped and skipped a beat..
and split a seam down my double-breasted jacket..
oh my, look at the ground..
I've done stopped living..
It's the best the worst..
of most other types of songs..
that make life worth living..
My hair cut makes me look
like I'm still in my twenties..
~~round round..
look around..
I'm shopping in Discount City..
I took a tip..
and had a sip of some black coffee..
Did you even notice I skipped a beat..
Or is it some other reason you laugh at me?
I fell into the ground..
The mortician took my body
and made it into wheat bread..
Remember getting high off of nutmeg?
Most other songs would make you happy..
Sorry I can't spell like you'd want me..
And still my hair cut makes me look
like I'm in my twenties..
Teenagers provide the fun..
So, tell me why they're always cutting their arms?
Pretend I'm your doll, and dress me up
like Malibu Barbie..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
June 20, 2015
copy right reserved 2015(c)
0100 hours
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look around..
I'm shopping in Discount City..
I took a tip..
and had a sip of some black coffee..
Now I've tripped and skipped a beat..
and split a seam down my double-breasted jacket..
oh my, look at the ground..
I've done stopped living..
It's the best the worst..
of most other types of songs..
that make life worth living..
My hair cut makes me look
like I'm still in my twenties..
~~round round..
look around..
I'm shopping in Discount City..
I took a tip..
and had a sip of some black coffee..
Did you even notice I skipped a beat..
Or is it some other reason you laugh at me?
I fell into the ground..
The mortician took my body
and made it into wheat bread..
Remember getting high off of nutmeg?
Most other songs would make you happy..
Sorry I can't spell like you'd want me..
And still my hair cut makes me look
like I'm in my twenties..
Teenagers provide the fun..
So, tell me why they're always cutting their arms?
Pretend I'm your doll, and dress me up
like Malibu Barbie..
~~the end
by Rick Weber
June 20, 2015
copy right reserved 2015(c)
0100 hours
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my hair-cut..
my hair-cut..
