Things Fall Apart
And when they do we fix them up as good as new
We've got a tube of crazy glue
as you do.
If turning in its widening gyre
The falcon’s lost its falconer
We give him a giant falcon lure
as you do.
And if the best lose all conviction
And the worst are passion's victims
Then we knock then out with Mick fins
as you do.
And if some rough beast with big claws
Ready to birth, comes straight towards
A city rich in prophesies of wars
We take it instead to the zoo, as you do.
1 comment:
There was movement on the blogscene
for the word had passed around
that the colt with much regrets had got away
(he once had a thousand pounds)
Welcome back, everything OK dude?
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