The Goblins are Under the Bridge

THE GOBLINS ARE UNDER THE BRIDGE
tripping mystical crazy goblins
are waiting for you under the light glowing bridge
scaring and laughing with a deep howl , and grin
full of gullible jokes , with a cigarette to choke
I'm laughing with them , I'm laughing with them
not laughing at them , I'm not laughing at them

the goblins are under the bridge
just waiting to share the breaking of bread
united and wobbling , lazy , lazy goblins
uncontrollably balanced with a finger and a stare
you've lost the plot come into missions chair

in front of the television siting frozen dead
resurrecting goblins who munched to long there
bubbling and bursting with a rip and a push
no blame in essence , just poisonous ripping hair

going crazy to the point of no return
shape shifting goblins with horns , and a fist
the return of nature and a stolen kiss

the goblins are under the bridge , waiting , waiting
for some dead returns , a resurrection of life
to have fun and the coming reward
was when I sliced the demon's up
with a carving laugh , and sword

the goblins are under the bridge

the goblins are under the bridge

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All poems created by Davy. C. Green
Email: poet_lord@oocities.com

Created by Azza
info: azza@internetezy.com.au