If goin' outside the cult..
Well only the lesbians will do...
Especially bein' ... decades they were just my "birds" ..
And they didnt utter one cheep 'bout which preference
the preferred
As.... they steal your story
And corrupticate the words...
Always in the deepest depths..
no matter what melodramatic mess
theirs
I'm good at making 'home'
any old place will do
BUt always i guess
First time it went on the deck..
The ultimate road trip poetry
was always me no matter who the fuck others Bea...
So two years of...
well nearly three in reality.
Only the writer will do.
But poetry is just writin' too
oops wrong one..
All i know at last one finest "bird".. Tibetan munx goats twenty tears she did herd
Bongo bongo sound bowls and sexist pigs " no buddhist babes boss of our, monastery
But above all the usual fake....
" im a top psycholgist writing years In Everest's mists
about
what a pigs ear my clan did make...
and my ohh my the local lot take the piss"
(as these last few months i've ad to tolerate
but truth trumps all at last a proper mate
Anyway forget all these psychodramatics even though hard to map
And the true tragedy the young vanbird.... understood indeed
my territorial need and creed...
how it DOES expand the mind
errata...
Even if they never told* anyone they were up the dyke
Headin' up to the at long last only choice turnpike
One misty mornin theyre all the same
their end;less towny Lowalander games
ssss......
BUt thistermorn
Now i know whom...
Only truth will do
The greatest ever road trip version of .. the happy version
(as a real roadtrip always is)
of Tangled Up in Blue
* til it became fashinable to monetise moanin'
And there's no footnote or annotation
to explain why...
ask a fine "warrior" nation,
do you have road trips too?
They sulk...in bulk
thats what as the Tibetan fake high priestess...
is puttint too, in her big book
If shetoo does what the fuck she's told..
for her estrangeerated discomBobbed
lass too
write the fuckin TRUTH
And i know where it starts
Gotta get back there somehow...