Fun Short Poems
Where is the fest they promised us?
wheres this new wine?
it seems to be dying
inside our old time
You say you've been with a black garden gnome
you say that it followed you home
you say you hate the winter
but you still love the snow
from darkest hours i have not been
in lightest hours i have not seen
dawning day i flee to here
during the night i do not fear
and thou shant not see
thy life it cannot be
"my darkling daughter" i hear you say
"all they life its fire and play"
and to thy father i say goodbye
and so thy father its time to die
and tis my father i say farewell
for tis my father i shall see in hell
this is my house on the hill
this is my day still
don't try to run
were gonna have some fun
we're all the mis-matched lines
we're all drunk on brandy wine
the gay lovers
hidin under covers
straight hate
concealed within their hate
now its time to have a blast
sing to the morning, and to isinglass
we're just two lovers painted in red
just two lovers, gonna end up dead
now its time to say farewell
for my lover i shall see you in hell
Time has changed you
grown old and weary
time it seems to live with me
god help us to change
to grow old
and die