through the ears of my microphone

If you were a bee for your time on the earth
Where would you get your pollen?
For the one you buy a few days in time
Everything works a year
It is ratings that the voices revive
For I've given you you, if you were with an elephant.
To move, Saddam will own home plate
and I have been hitting him in Asia
Here and there will be leisure travelers and avid readers
This is a weird way, lowlife, and Abdul-ahead of him it had timing
In a definite record for you...
It had the head of him up in the room and by the air conditioner
Hawk hung Kai in his mouth
We have a long long shot down the hall of painting
   and I didn't read the invasion
   weird

This poem is unofficially certified official VOGON Poetry.