I dreamed I was a
Dragon
Not a big dragon
A small dragon
Who could breathe a
Big Flame
I was doing my
Small dragon stuff
When along came
A great big
Dragon
To fuck shit up
I did not know
What to do
So I hid from
The great big
Dragon
In my little dragon tent
I felt safe
In my little dragon tent
Because I could not
See the great big
Dragon doing his great
Big dragon stuff outside
Everything was good
Until the great big dragon
Sent a little message
Into my little dragon tent
I shot the message in my arm
Now my Flame is shot to Hell
2 comments:
Great poem Beer,it could be the dragon,the monkey the #14 buss.Shot to hell,so sad,the dragon wins again.
"There can be no passion, and by consequence no love, where there is not imagination." Can't think jut now. I let William Godwin do it for me. He thinks well, surprisingly, for a man who never drank much.
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