Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Sara has Peter Pan syndrome
Too much Peter Pan for you.
She has Neverland on her
Body, places where she
Cannot reach the itch.
What the hell has come
Through you, I ponder
A question as a small
Voice from an even smaller
Person comes through and says,
"he's lost,"
With a trail of
Vicodin leading him
Back home;
A man drinking coffee
Either glares or flirts
With me and I'm
Quite concerned
About where my salad is.
I drown in consternation,
While he plays tetris vigorously,
And she tris to spell "Penis"
But settles with "Pens."
She's begging me to look,
But I'm lost in a sea of words.
January 3, 2007
Suge
She has Neverland on her
Body, places where she
Cannot reach the itch.
What the hell has come
Through you, I ponder
A question as a small
Voice from an even smaller
Person comes through and says,
"he's lost,"
With a trail of
Vicodin leading him
Back home;
A man drinking coffee
Either glares or flirts
With me and I'm
Quite concerned
About where my salad is.
I drown in consternation,
While he plays tetris vigorously,
And she tris to spell "Penis"
But settles with "Pens."
She's begging me to look,
But I'm lost in a sea of words.
January 3, 2007
Suge
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Sara has Peter Pan syndrome
Sara has Peter Pan syndrome
