From the old days Posted on March 26, 2004 by Jerry From the old days Now’s the time to do sleep, Close the eyes, count the sheep, And when cock’s crow makes chickens cluck to roll over, mutter, “fuck” And sleep some more. 1 Sweet! Thanks! Sharing improves humanity:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) Related
I improvise the Fort Knox of pie safes My turkey loaf, cooling, is secure The cats doze, feigning indifference Who’s the boss here? Reply ↓
Email chills the soul The singer is no diva He tells us so, no? He has been patient And he is not a diva He tells us so, no? He is no diva And I’m the next Clifford Brown You heard it here first He is no diva! Capitulate or he’s gone I told ya so, no? Reply ↓
Mainly boredom — I was hangin’ out, waiting to see if the Persiads would be visible in my narrow slice of sky. Reply ↓
I sat in darkness
Where were all the meteors?
Canyon sightlines suck
I improvise the Fort Knox of pie safes
My turkey loaf, cooling, is secure
The cats doze, feigning indifference
Who’s the boss here?
Email chills the soul
The singer is no diva
He tells us so, no?
He has been patient
And he is not a diva
He tells us so, no?
He is no diva
And I’m the next Clifford Brown
You heard it here first
He is no diva!
Capitulate or he’s gone
I told ya so, no?
John is so prolific? Brewski?
Mainly boredom — I was hangin’ out, waiting to see if the Persiads would be visible in my narrow slice of sky.