they call me bad they call me mad then they call me a freak and then a geek
I dont even know what I seek (and for that matter) what I speak
stink of smoke and of beer I reek am the old poke with all the cheek
there is method in the madness (mind you) and rhyme in the sadness (find you)
But to this I will agree O great One so free, my condition is indeed far from dire am just waiting for some baby to light my fire !!
hehe
1:15 AM, March 27, 2006
Anonymous said...
And together we all burst hehehe, but underneath the laughter you hear the wind say. Its time my lad to move on, to make a new way, For forever, these clouds of darkness cannot stay.
And like all other clouds they aren't our resident way, And from turf to turf they will have to sway. And it is time for our laughter to have its way, as with its tremors the clouds burst, giving way to a brand new day.
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1:17 PM, March 25, 2006
That is the only way to explain it.
I'am a creep.
A creepy sheep or a sheepy creep.
whatever.
2:11 PM, March 25, 2006
... otherwise I should have had a chick by now.
:D
4:52 PM, March 25, 2006
look at the bright side - you still have options. Not stuck up with some wallet-sucker or something....
5:56 PM, March 26, 2006
hehehe ... right.
6:01 PM, March 26, 2006
exactly! mad maybe... but u sure no creep.
10:20 PM, March 26, 2006
For long he calls himself a creep,
And in the shadows of the moon he is found asleep.
And when he does not tend to his freaks,
He adorns the cloak of the geeks.
In the faint trail of smoke that leaves his breath,
Speaks of he of lost love and death.
But with all due respects 'onorable sire,
Your condition is far away from dire.
11:52 PM, March 26, 2006
they call me bad
they call me mad
then they call me a freak
and then a geek
I dont even know
what I seek
(and for that matter)
what I speak
stink of smoke
and of beer I reek
am the old poke
with all the cheek
there is method in the madness
(mind you)
and rhyme in the sadness
(find you)
But to this I will agree
O great One so free,
my condition is indeed far from dire
am just waiting for some baby to light my fire !!
hehe
1:15 AM, March 27, 2006
And together we all burst hehehe,
but underneath the laughter you hear the wind say.
Its time my lad to move on, to make a new way,
For forever, these clouds of darkness cannot stay.
And like all other clouds they aren't our resident way,
And from turf to turf they will have to sway.
And it is time for our laughter to have its way,
as with its tremors the clouds burst, giving way to a brand new day.
6:27 PM, March 27, 2006
I miss your rhymes him ...
9:52 PM, December 09, 2010