I don't feel so good today. Perhaps some poetry can convey my emotions better than prose.
The oceans'
Violent motion
Like a fucking contusion
on my medulla
OBLONGATA
Birds are dinosaurs
In disguise
Prehistoric lizards
We eat with our fries
It's all a bit too much
for my medulla
OBLONGATA
I assume we all miss our souls
Searching for them highs and lows
Behind cereal boxes in cupboards
Under rocks and in holes
Then the Science King says
we never had a soul to look for
This presents quite a challenge
to my medulla
OBLONGATA
But I will overcome
Even if it doesn't appear so
Presently
The oceans'
Violent motion
Like a fucking contusion
on my medulla
OBLONGATA
Birds are dinosaurs
In disguise
Prehistoric lizards
We eat with our fries
It's all a bit too much
for my medulla
OBLONGATA
I assume we all miss our souls
Searching for them highs and lows
Behind cereal boxes in cupboards
Under rocks and in holes
Then the Science King says
we never had a soul to look for
This presents quite a challenge
to my medulla
OBLONGATA
But I will overcome
Even if it doesn't appear so
Presently
posted by Jamie S. Luxton III | 7:47 PM
2 Comments:
I dunno, seems kind of fruity to me.
why aren't you feeling good? did your sister shoot you down? or did you bang your sister, and now you're regretting it?
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