I know nothing, I see nothing, I hear nothing, I laugh nothing, I got nothing...but I sense a good smell.
Hi CS, I've been thinking lately to leave the blogs, but to stay
at the Forums and Poet's Corner. I've been living a life of fantasy here at the blogs. I don't know if I should continue with
this virtual fantasy. I don't write fancy or clever poetry, sometimes people don't even read them, but, that doesn't matter at all. I write whatever, Mr. Svengoolie, dictate to me, that's
what really matter...No more? No mas?. Well, if I get boring, then I'll come back to the blogs, who knows.
People from CS, what happened recently wasn't a site problem.
This was caused by, Mr. Svengoolie. I was sure he was about
to do something about it. Yes, Mr. Svengoolie, he's everywhere
listening and reading, and specially, he's after me.
Shhhhh! He's right there, can you see him? I do.
This is what I heard from the radio this morning. Some kind of
strange people were sighted near Antarctic. They were wearing
like space suit, grey color. Warning, warning, these beings
are armed and dangerous, according to some witness.
Wait, here she come, is General Angelina Jolie and thr
U.S. Army, coming to the rescue.
And about me, after all this commotion, I have to go now.
I've got a take a sh************T.
The green men, came to stay.
The day I was born, was Monday...not untill I retired
I started to love Mondays...today, I don't like Sundays
This day of the week, is so boring, streets are empty
no one around, not even a monkey...I used to go to church
on Sundays...now, my church are coffee shops, of course
with wi-fi available...yes, I'm stable, or so they say.
Hanz and Frank, twin identical
Brothers
So identical, that they even
confused themselves
They are, shinny and compact
Cold and hot
Within their bro-pact
These 2, have bad, bad, manners
Hanz and Frank,
How they love to spit, and spit
And when do they spit
You better run, hide, keep
Your distance
Their bad temper make them
Spit, alright
Lead and fire, powder go
So higher
Hanz und Frank...Never Mind!
Pata-Puta-Cachapera, ahi Pata-Pata
Pata-Puta-Cachapera,
ahi Pata-Pata
Ahi, na' ma', ahi, na' ma' ahi Pata-Pata
ahi na' ma', ahi na' ma'
ahi Pata-Pata
Here it is again, this shadow, strange figure, an anomally?
or ergonomic twisted looney. No, is Mr. Svengoolie.
Hello my friends, I'm Mr. Svengoolie, and I still like to eat
little coolies. Me suckee, suckee, me long time, no shit.
Did I shout out loud? Tell me a good joke, I know, and that's
what I thought, me bought, a ladder for you to catch my loop
but I won't go in the nude. Teach me what I already know, I shout
out loud, cause I found me, the road to yield, and I left
behind, the source of my doubt.
It was when I wasn't, when I birth, without being born
No torn, only It, some blessed thorn, one It, if not me
Be It! Empty as my heart of me,beside you.
Did I hear the call? Or the call didn't hear me...Must It!
The cry had no sound, screaming was to bound, It be me.
Allow me, allow me, to be It, I am the flower, It, no butterfly.
No clock, no work, no worry, no money.
Just keep on
smiling
Being with you is like being alone
twice the times.
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