Tarantula Flakes Ripped my Earlobe
What is the point if one lacks the finish ?
Spiraling, Spiraling, trying to replenish
The store that's drained of all ambition
Ambition, a Mission, The Human Condition
Never before in the legends of mice
But in my reality it happened twice..
But why does it occur more than once ?
It continues to happen and goes on for months.
What is the point from which we start?
No point in upsetting the applecart
And what if the apples fall into my pants
Shall I jump up and dance, or leave it to chance?
After giving it some thought, I think I'll wait
Or else I'll get in such a state
Seeing spying, prying, defying eyes in keyholes
Sitting at desks bereft of kneeholes
But I cannot decide which day to play
Maybe I should just go away
And not return till yesterday
It can not wait to meet myself
To look in a mirror, behold an Elf !!
What is the point that needs decision?
Hand me the scalpel, I'll make the incision
Contributors: | El Tel, Spawn of Rippy`, TG, Spawn of Rippy, Grayman, The Agent Apsley. |
Poem finished: | 30th August 1999. |