Seegarten Tour For Wits
If it's standing-room only
On my dark train of thought
Into night's gross spittoon
I'm obliged to report
The guard stamps my spirit
And his one-track mind
Derailed in torment
Is travelling blind
If it's snowing in Sydney
Where sandstorms abound
By the light of the moon
Let the echoes resound:
If the deserts of reykjavik
Sink 'neath the foam
Can we really be blamed
If there's no place like home?
If the tankard is empty
Of ferment and froth
For how long should we cut
Our obeisance to Thoth
Our addiction to Hermes
And all that he craves?
From the depths of the sea
Some old wreck he saves...
Contributors: | Roland, Padfoot, Apsley, Beefy, kweekweg, P. |
Poem finished: | 21st June 2004 by Surlaw. |