I try to be soooo reasonable - but it's just not my nature - I want to love you all I can - but underneath I hate ya!
This Death's quite specific - and NEVER done with ease - it takes you almost half a day - to count out all the fleas
Squirrels never speak of this - they'd rather laugh and sing - and being bit a thousand times - is really not my thing
You cannot blame these creatures - quite natural for them - like women who just love to shop - (or booze and sex for men)
Sometimes on far planets - wild creatures meet and dance - one's got hairy mandibles - the other one's called "Lance!"
Is it mere co-incidence - or is it purely luck - when I keep meeting stangers - who couldn't give a f*ck!
Are we alone in darkest space? - (I often ponder this) - but I don't like it in my bed - coz there's no-one to kiss
Minds work so methodically - when they're in good condition - but mine is like a chinese burn - a work of total friction
Here's my Father back again - to mock me and to threaten - the odds don't look too good for me - (in case you feel like bettin')
I really liked old Desmond - original and funny - but never could get close to him - because his skin was runny
My fate was sealed (or so it seemed) - was I to meet my DEATH?! - a climax slowly building up!! - (that's why I'm short of breath!)
I try to be soooo reasonable - but it's just not my nature - I want to love you all I can - but underneath I hate ya!
This Death's quite specific - and NEVER done with ease - it takes you almost half a day - to count out all the fleas
Squirrels never speak of this - they'd rather laugh and sing - and being bit a thousand times - is really not my thing
You cannot blame these creatures - quite natural for them - like women who just love to shop - (or booze and sex for men)
Is it mere co-incidence - or is it purely luck - when I keep meeting stangers - who couldn't give a f*ck!
Are we alone in darkest space? - (I often ponder this) - but I don't like it in my bed - coz there's no-one to kiss
Minds work so methodically - when they're in good condition - but mine is like a chinese burn - a work of total friction
Here's my Father back again - to mock me and to threaten - the odds don't look too good for me - (in case you feel like bettin')
I really liked old Desmond - original and funny - but never could get close to him - because his skin was runny
My fate was sealed (or so it seemed) - was I to meet my DEATH?! - a climax slowly building up!! - (that's why I'm short of breath!)
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