That hast taken over my id
Send them to the outer reaches
Of hell to live
Make them to become not of me
Make me to become please free
End this life of non-grandeur
I don’t want death, just change
Take from me these demonic creatures
With faces free of features
Remove them from my sight
Relieve me of their fright
Take them away oh Calgon of bubble baths
I need not to be attacked by their wrath
It is more English in learning than math
End please this constant on my id attack
Cast out the demons
From me this seaman
For I find I need to be medicated
Or is it dedicated, I know not
Maybe I just need to smoke more pot…
© ed ~ 5/16/12
OR DIDJA READ MY POST 'ID' ?
COINCIDENCE? DID I INSPIRE EWE ?
Ron
You are pure joy :)
Lily
Jane
It would be my guess that the writing begot the pot rather than the other way around. Dick
Reads like a Psalm.
Someone once told me...
there is no problem you will ever face,
That you can't run away from.
Once every hour...It's 4:20 somewhere
~W~