O, Henry's a bald-headed mute,Virginia Woolf's not so hirsute,The Superman IGrew up with can fly--So who is this Nietzsche galoot?---Graham Greene Arrow
James' Joyce was a verbose young thingShe went once to Melville to swingThe burg was so dullShe ended it allBy chokin' on Tolkien's cock ring
The sound, not the fury's what gets yaAnd gravity's rainbow's what wets yaYour house may be bleak,Your brave new world weak,But great expectation's what frets ya
You top me in literate witand do it all lickety splitYou read the best booksin library nooksI read crap in the can while I sit
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O, Henry's a bald-headed mute,
Virginia Woolf's not so hirsute,
The Superman I
Grew up with can fly--
So who is this Nietzsche galoot?
---Graham Greene Arrow
James' Joyce was a verbose young thing
She went once to Melville to swing
The burg was so dull
She ended it all
By chokin' on Tolkien's cock ring
The sound, not the fury's what gets ya
And gravity's rainbow's what wets ya
Your house may be bleak,
Your brave new world weak,
But great expectation's what frets ya
You top me in literate wit
and do it all lickety split
You read the best books
in library nooks
I read crap in the can while I sit
Post a Comment