Daily Archives: September 20, 2010

Doobs

What to do?
Who to sue?
Doobie do?

Who you knew
Boy called Sue?
Doo be do?

Doobie
Doobie
Doo

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Could…

I could
Die
For you

I could
Live
For you

I could
Die
In your
Arms

I could
Live
In your
Heart

We could
Die
In the
Veld

We could
Live
In the
Veld

I would
If
You would
too


You Suck

angry latte

Image by Chris Blakeley via Flickr

Do you want my thoughts?
Do you want to know what makes me tick?
Should I make your degree worthwhile?
I’ll lie back and lie on your couch for awhile

Should I tell you about my childhood?
So that I can hear you tell me it’s impossible
‘No child was brought up that happy,’
You postulate with your doctorate

Do want to know where all the anger comes from?
Is it inside me or the fruition of knowing you?
Could it be that I’m not really angry
and that’s just how you’re interpreting me?


Addiction

Running boy

Image by tanakawho via Flickr

I shouldn’t
But I do
I never used to
But now I can’t stop

I feed on it
It feeds on me
I shouldn’t have started
I couldn’t have lasted

I thought I was in control
Now I’m this things doll