Thursday, September 14, 2006

B-Day Blog

I have stormed the beach
Crawled up the hill
Smoked in bunkers
Racked up credit card bills

I have stoned my mind
Toned my behind
Tried to be kind
But only to find...

Hark!

Crack your hooves across the floor
Prop your pitchfork 'gainst the door!
Downy backed angels gathering near
Raising their trumpets right to my ear.

Damn their plummage!
Shit shit shit.