Roughly as poetic as a bag of smashed arseholes.







Scribble back.


Friday, 15 October 2010

4. I am not your ghost

I am not your ghost
I am not the boy that you love the most
I’m just looking for a bit of company
From the Lunar skies blue-white-green
I am not the man you used to know
I am something new,
I am a fool
From a country you wish deposed
But we are not the same, he and I
Similarities, yes – but different minds
You say he was mad – well this is mine
But my madness will make you smile

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