pictures by rhoda
arabia is far away and stretches out in every direction but though you cut it up every which way there's nothing but sand in every section 
boom-ba-de-boom, ba-de-boom-boom-boom boom-ba-de-boom, ba-de-boom-boom-boom bury my heart in a golden tomb at the end of the earth, if there's any room 
i want to go to china before i die to see if everything i was taught was a lie i'll pay some wise old sages a call we'll sit and talk, beside a waterfall 
weary waitresses and bored detectives fill the hallways with vile invective hotel down by the railroad tracks dead shoe salesmen never come back 
i woke up this morning with a feeling of despair and looked around for my teddy bear but someone had slipped through the bars of my cell and carried poor teddy off to hell< |
3 comments:
Of all the ink-stained wretches
who worked in words and rhyme
only a man named Sternwall
delivered every time.
.
sand is sad
so is a tomb
water falls
so do the sales
despair is hell
so is a cell
.
:)
dan,
thanks again. "every time" is a tall order - we'll see how it goes from here.
hb,
glad you liked it. "we" will keep in touch.
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