Tuesday, August 10, 2010


From dank, smoky club
To final rooftop farewell
Hit that perfect beat

For years I wondered
Why the Fab Four sung about a
Paper bag rider

Just one more question
Where did Moriarty hide
All of the snipers?

If you quit your job
Then you may as well do so
With some panache

A gravy lagoon
With a sausage raft and
Cannonade of peas

When our time draws near
We all should aspire to this
Honest dignity

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