Another recent poem. FAT FREDDYI’ve heardFred Flintstone is releasing A new track…Well, not new, obviously,As he lived prehistorically,Back when the bedrock was youngerYet seemingly infallible,When skin tones were singularAnd the beds came in pairs,When dinosaurs, not…
Another recent poem. FAT FREDDYI’ve heardFred Flintstone is releasing A new track…Well, not new, obviously,As he lived prehistorically,Back when the bedrock was youngerYet seemingly infallible,When skin tones were singularAnd the beds came in pairs,When dinosaurs, not…
If the rain comes down to fertilize the ground
To bring out trees and bugs and slugs and grass,
Then I want to rain down on you,
To bring out all the secrets and laughter and lies and pain;
Splash through your puddles until the sun dries up the hurt
And leaves you with nothing but flowers.
If the rain comes down to fertilize the ground
To bring out trees and bugs and slugs and grass,
Then I want to rain down on you,
To bring out all the secrets and laughter and lies and pain;
Splash through your puddles until the sun dries up the hurt
And leaves you with nothing but flowers.