tiny pricks

On the side of a mountain
I ate a bur.
It was well into morn and
I was on some kind of trip
But nothing was a blur
Though I admit I was ripped.

I licked my sweater that I lent-
to a friend but they didn't stick

Now lookin' back on that day -
man, I gotta say, I know I've
met many more people that
just had it in them to be pricks &
More than that bur in my mouth

Some of 'em you're drinking stout
with and, yeah, they're real dicks
And some 're moody uncool chicks

But I swear it's all just the same ...
I just can't help but to get so bored
I put up with 'em just long enough
until I can clean off my black slate
' keep walkin' through those doors
where I make it passed them gates
that'a I 'seen but never been before

Just like the morning on the mountain
lookin' down at the church and steeple
and all the ghost like little tiny people

Just like the morning on the mountain
lookin' down at the church and steeple
and all the ghost like little tiny people

Just like the morning on the mountain
lookin' down at the church and steeple
and all the ghost like little tiny people

(Some people just enjoy being tiny pricks)


Best of the Roses (and even their thorns),
John "Noir" French = mystrawhat.com
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