Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Prisoner of Love

Your lemon meringue pie is dreamy
Your personal life, though, is seamy
How can it be thus?
The sweet mixed with pus
Desire runs deeply, don't flee me

5 comments:

  1. When impulse is stirred up by goo
    you're cooking a freudian stew
    It all becomes icky
    when soon you are sticky
    I'd wash, 'cause it dries into glue

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  2. Use rubbers when dealing with glue
    I know I am but what are you?
    Hey, sometimes a pie
    Is only a pie
    So go hold your breath and turn blue

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  3. My friend, do not cast such aspersions
    around about surly's perversions
    When seeking deep meaning
    depends on your leaning
    With truth there are always two versions

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  4. The truth, it is said, has three sides
    There's your version, mine, and besides
    What I say is true
    Your side will pooh-pooh
    Somewhere inbetween truth resides

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  5. Your tissue of lies is a thong
    so thin that it hides short nor long
    So, fiddle dee dee
    don't Rashomon me
    In truth, I am right, you are wrong

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