Poetic-Verses
~~my pretty picture~~
~~I'm moving around to a souless beat
as Saturn moves 'round it makes me frown..
for some reason the tenth month of every year..
brings me to tears, for others it's a glorious moment
to eye and behold in a weakened weekend..
the strength I need others can barely sing..
from the suicide brain on some funky rye ergot..
Satan Saturn spin me round on the 6th day of the week..
you try to rule me as well as do me on the Harvest Moon..
so spoon me, within me and without the cup of tea,
that's the need in me, I'm just an everyday Jesus,
a common man of common clay, so just mold me as you wish..
Nailed to many a Christmas tree, so blow me a kiss
from your burial breeze, the old lady may scream
thy last scream, if you want to be heard, just whisper
in the right ear..if you want to make money,
you've got to learn to be queer..the set and setting,
is just a magnification of what you've tried to leave
hidden behind the dark recesses of your mind..
here's my pretty picture, here's my last picture show..
my you've grown so pale and wan..staying up too late..
you young reprobate, I know what you do when the lights
go down..don't tell me you don't hesitate to put a little
grease in your palm..hahaha
~~the end
by Rick Weber
November 4, 2015
copy right reserved 2015(c)
2337 hours
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as Saturn moves 'round it makes me frown..
for some reason the tenth month of every year..
brings me to tears, for others it's a glorious moment
to eye and behold in a weakened weekend..
the strength I need others can barely sing..
from the suicide brain on some funky rye ergot..
Satan Saturn spin me round on the 6th day of the week..
you try to rule me as well as do me on the Harvest Moon..
so spoon me, within me and without the cup of tea,
that's the need in me, I'm just an everyday Jesus,
a common man of common clay, so just mold me as you wish..
Nailed to many a Christmas tree, so blow me a kiss
from your burial breeze, the old lady may scream
thy last scream, if you want to be heard, just whisper
in the right ear..if you want to make money,
you've got to learn to be queer..the set and setting,
is just a magnification of what you've tried to leave
hidden behind the dark recesses of your mind..
here's my pretty picture, here's my last picture show..
my you've grown so pale and wan..staying up too late..
you young reprobate, I know what you do when the lights
go down..don't tell me you don't hesitate to put a little
grease in your palm..hahaha
~~the end
by Rick Weber
November 4, 2015
copy right reserved 2015(c)
2337 hours
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~~my pretty picture~~
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