My head is fineBut the room keeps spinningNothing and everything is funnySilly haircutsI’m a fool grinningThere’s nothing wrong with my eyesWhen did you get three heads?Your face is all of a sudden funnyI can’t help but laughMy nose is runnyAnd I really gotta peeI’m worried if I eatThat it’ll end up in the toiletThere’s nothing wrong with me.The floor is wobblyThat’s why I stumbleMy tongue is heavyThat’s why I mumble.I call but they won’t pick upSo I hang upAnd hope I won’t throw upThey laugh at me walkingBut I don’t careBecauseI laugh at them talkingSilly geeseI’m careful at what I doAnd don’t doAnd everything else tooI’m not a foolI just drank too much
"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Tipsy
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