Smudge On A Trumpet
I'm not even thinking
Of going in there
True, Jonah never got digested
Unlike Tony Blair
So I'm not even blinking
I'm not even trying
Of coming back out
True, reincarnation's a theory
Amongst the devout
But I'm dead against scrying
I'm not even dreaming
Of hanging around
True, I might miss the roses' sweet smell
But, damn, I'll be bound
To go kicking and screaming
Contributors: | Linda, Beefy, Kansas Sam, F, Roland, TG, Grayman. |
Poem finished: | 6th August 2004 by Roland. |