Who the hell is in the mirror,
Where for that matter is the looking glass,
By me every morning it does of me pass,
Could it be, my lack of memory,
Is from smoking & toking to much grass…
Myself has passed on,
From my leavings something does spawn,
In my pants is still left little John,
Wilted away, nothing for the worms to feed upon…
Am I live or am I dead,
Do not mourn the passing of this Ed,
I did afterall forget myself,
No need to of grass seed on my grave spread…
© ed ~ 3/28/11
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So does your mind
You see your refection
So you're not blind
Dirt sleep is coming
But not too soon
There's plenty of time
To flash us your moon
Patrick
IN RE: YOUR 'LEAVINGS' - 'SPAWNING' ANYTHING ... HEAVEN FORBID!
AND ... KEEPING 'LIL JOHN' RIGHT WHERE HE BELONGS -
WILL SAVE U FROM GETTING ANY STD'S ...
AND ... IF U CAN'T SEE YERSELF IN THE MIRROR - MAYBE YER A VAMPIRE NOW?
IN THE IMMORTAL WORDS OF TONY SOPRANO ...
"FA-GET-ABOUT-IT!" BODDA-BING, BODDA-BOONG!
:):):) TK CUZ ...
Peace,
Dayvid
John
Ron
We...all of us...are dying in physical, emotional and spiritual ways every day, and yet also being born anew though :)
Be well,
Christine
Al
Peace
Tony
or in a cozy Sea Isle pub. -gene.
Love Tinka