Grovel you dirty mongrel


Grovel you dirty mongrel of easy going
never touching the perfect purple sky
where the guitar just don't seem to know
the limit of enclosing blue shortcomings
wrapping its arms around the best of intentions.

Geiger's of the true anarchistic sort
flow in waves with an aftermath
never reposing nor repossessing
the sanctity of the in veracity spoken
words of current presentuality.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-11-22 at 00:02

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Saga
Intriguing piece!!!
2006-11-23



So you were a punk then bob? lol Great work, quite sufisticated language but it has charge to it. Smiling at you, a baby punket too! lol
2006-11-22