Untitled #234

Oh gosh there's nothing at all.
It's pretty ridiculous really.
Getting trains and time machines,
Killing spleens and splendid beans.
You're keen around the may pole.
Looks worse if you carry on,
Keep on the radio silence.
Steaming ship breaking badge,
Folding out and on to narked off shapes
Bags of battery boasts,
Walking on stilts and splitting atoms
Shower.

You've Got the Best of Me

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There's so many people behind me,
Watching my every move.
Watching what I watch,
A superstition or pure hatred?
Or neither.
I'm a castaway on this island,
From here only an hour glass
Gives any sense of time,
To the failing youth,
That seem to outrun the
Haggles and the madness.

And all the smoking,
Every single day, never failing,
They are seen outside,
Stuffing smoke deep into their membranes -
And they stand thinking, how
Incredibly intellectual of me
to stand with a rod of tar
Stuck in ones mouth.

it gives off no hint of good impression,
I can see the very trees,
Being choked,
And they usually welcome the evil gasses.