Give me the money,
The motor, Monte Carlo
Flat and I'll be gone.
Flat and I'll be gone,
deflated under your heel
like a popped balloon.
Like a popped balloon
is how his heart felt when she
had gone, vixen girl.
had gone: vixen girl
but returned: holy roller;
Bible camp saved her.
Bible camp saved her
and now she's a saint. She's been
forgiven - happy.
Forgiven - happy
at peace in her salvation
There is naught to fear.
There is naught to fear
when God is near to you. Your
cares are all consumed.
(a fellow believer, aidan?)
cares are all consumed
hovering above the space
we share in this life.
we share in this life
then we slowly realise
the women take it all.
The women take it all:
the house, the car, the stuff.... It's
the least you could do!
The least you could do
After your nailed to the wall
The termites come
women take it all
in stride when dealing with men-
well, at least we try.
Well, at least we try
to seduce you little darlings
It alway's costs!
Magic hour is
upon me and bathes all things
in warm, golden light.
(NB: I skipped the last one because it didn't adhere to the haiku structure.)
in warm, golden light
sunshine gives me energy
while rain gets me down
while rain gets me down
Mondays too, taxes, death. Oh,
woe is me, ho hum.
Woe is me, ho hum!
she said, looking at her Great
Extreme Makeover!
Extreme Makeover
is exactly what she needs
to start living life.
to start living life,
start the exciting journey
of discovery!
Of discovery
is what he speaks. He's into
anthropology.
