||[Nov. 8th, 2013|10:22 am]
Like the beetle to the dung
like the barbell to the tongue
like the barrel to the bung
like the mucous to the lung
lately i have been finding fragments of er, lyrics? doggerel anyway; they are in my hand writing so must be mine. my naked friend (whom I sold at a very high price*) said it's the cheesy lyrics that stand up to the test of time.
i find this true since I began to pay attention.
as nifty as it is to be able to do this by phone, my arms require I cease, fire up the compybox with its attendant keyboard.
i may have something to say after all.