Half-wits in Paradise
I've heard it said that Hell is other people
And Heaven is an instant on your own
searched in far too many eyes for the truth; - they told me lies
And alibis
I've often heard that hope is in Hawaii
(Despair is said to be quite near Cologne)
Knocked on too many doors for the Lord: - they bade me go
To Mexico
I often heard the bell atop the steeple
It's ring is that of the phone,
Looked through too many blinds for the light; - they drove me mad
Me and my Dad
I'm often told I look like Ringo Starr
Though he, himself, is not a bit like me
Listened to too many drones for the beat; - they called me names
And other games
I often wear carnations in mine armpit
A task much easier now that I have grown
Weeding out the wilted flowers - don't like the dead ones
Or red ones
Contributors: | TG, Roland, just this girl, Stacy, P, Loaf. |
Poem finished: | 5th January 1998. |