Wednesday, February 14, 2007

For M

The highway is full of big cars going nowhere fast
And folks is smoking anything that’ll burn
Some people wrap their lives around a cocktail glass
And you sit wondering where you’re going to turn
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.

Some prophets say the world is gonna end tomorrow
But others say we've got a week or two
The paper is full of every kind of blooming horror
And you sit wondering what you’re gonna do.
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.

Maya Angelou


Anonymous said...

I prefer The Sultans of Ping FC.

Anonymous said...

Have you ever wondered how you get triangles from a cow? You need butter milk and cheese and an equilateral chainsaw.