woensdag 4 januari 2012


Green is the colour we start with

Black we end up while biting our own tail

and when all else fails

we shine at specific hours

and act oh so frail


Let’s drag our bodies over the slippery sleet

Let’s weep at specific hours

Dropping catatonically on the streets


Erect ourselves up again

Then banging on the door

of a wayward old friend

Shrieking at specific hours

Cause you think you can


So green when we start up

Blackened anddecaying

When we end belly up

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