IRC-Galleria

My brain is melting
And his has grown dull
A father of feces has now slowed down
Keelmeer, the dragon
Has lost it's appetite
Now it only feeds on living, breathing
Flowers
Mistaking them for hats
Sunning it's sheeve, licking it's tongue
Mystery meat may mind this plateau
Winning is easy, losing is hard
A tad, miss smoker
Give the frog a kiss
Turn it into a prince
Or a priest
Or a handbag.

Aching clocks tic toc their way through time
I tried to be a clock once
I just ticked, tocked and tossed it
I can't be a clock, I'm a suitcase
And you're the handbag I made.
I can hear you smiling
The grin on my face on my carcass is widening
Live again, die tomorrow
Mash mash mush hewl heighty ho.

Live again, die yesterday
And dye tomorrow green.