Neuf : Part Un
A little hope,
A little dope.
Some of that ignorance,
And oh yeah, that false pretense.
Throw me my mask here,
Wait, let me have my last beer.
This ain't rhyming,
Let me change the timing.
A little dope.
Some of that ignorance,
And oh yeah, that false pretense.
Throw me my mask here,
Wait, let me have my last beer.
This ain't rhyming,
Let me change the timing.
posted by baddimaga at 1:24 AM
3 Comments:
Does your last beer really need the absence of a mask?
Catch the mask my man, but leave a hole for the straw.
No beer is ever your last...after all...what of the valkyries in Valhalla? If you dirnk your last beer, who will empty their jugs?
What of Khayyam's Saki? Who will empty his pitcher. To partake of these, a mask is a must!
Arjun,
Man! you make me waste too much of my bandwidth on google!
Anyway, norse mythology isn't all that bad after all! thank you!
I am going straight to hell! no valkyries pouring mead; no virgin maidens offering their honey ;)
Anyhow, that piece of writing is what i call Random Words Which Rhyme. Bravo! - to say the least, for your efforts in trying to make sense of it; you even managed to post a comment! :P
Peace!
*snigger*
as you say boss.
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