If symbolism's your thing.
I've seen them, man, I've seen them!
Gregarious little bastards aren't they?
Always in packs, always moving...
Doesn't even matter how fast they're moving
They just go
Fast or slow
In the hot, the cold, the wind, the sleet, the rain, the beat and snow
I have seen them, man, I've seen them!
Little bastards, left to right
Like an automatic firefly
That calls all of his buddies to fly high into the night
To the moon and sun and stars and shade in their crisply slim delight
I have seen them, man, I've seen them!
All those bastards, step and laugh
While some only have four fingers, other ones have six; it's craft!
They could tie their packs with twigs and snacks and bundle it with hair in sacks and flicker noses in their flacks and make it a long raft
It is daft!
And I've seen them, man, I've seen them!
Jumpy bastards, on the hill
Always cheaper then the bill
Eating constantly and never, always to and from their will
I've seen them, man, I've seen them!
Crucifying cats and dogs
Through the dry and raspy fog
In the dead, decaying shore,
Over sandy, dusty seas
Over brown and shallow oceans,
Under dark and shady suns
On their horses without motion
In the hot and burning snow
In the bare and rolling jungle
Or the cramped and soggy desert
Or the sloppy muddy mountain
Or the steep and risky plain
I am not going insane
I have seen them, man, I've seen them!
Shifty bastards, shifty guys!
Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2007-09-22 at 21:39
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I Have Seen Them!
Followers can lead sometimesI've seen them, man, I've seen them!
Gregarious little bastards aren't they?
Always in packs, always moving...
Doesn't even matter how fast they're moving
They just go
Fast or slow
In the hot, the cold, the wind, the sleet, the rain, the beat and snow
I have seen them, man, I've seen them!
Little bastards, left to right
Like an automatic firefly
That calls all of his buddies to fly high into the night
To the moon and sun and stars and shade in their crisply slim delight
I have seen them, man, I've seen them!
All those bastards, step and laugh
While some only have four fingers, other ones have six; it's craft!
They could tie their packs with twigs and snacks and bundle it with hair in sacks and flicker noses in their flacks and make it a long raft
It is daft!
And I've seen them, man, I've seen them!
Jumpy bastards, on the hill
Always cheaper then the bill
Eating constantly and never, always to and from their will
I've seen them, man, I've seen them!
Crucifying cats and dogs
Through the dry and raspy fog
In the dead, decaying shore,
Over sandy, dusty seas
Over brown and shallow oceans,
Under dark and shady suns
On their horses without motion
In the hot and burning snow
In the bare and rolling jungle
Or the cramped and soggy desert
Or the sloppy muddy mountain
Or the steep and risky plain
I am not going insane
I have seen them, man, I've seen them!
Shifty bastards, shifty guys!
Poetry by weirdzarun
Read 507 times
Written on 2007-09-22 at 21:39
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