My mound needs to be taught a lesson or two - alright

So i phone up one of these university joints    Tell em

My name is grisby & theyd better shut me up but quick    Nothing

Doing    My call had been placed in a queue    So there

You have it    My life in the academic caper    Which is not to say

I have never pored over the same document countless times

In a state bordering on panic    Sure it was

Out at the racetrack if i remember correctly    Far from some

Assholes “trope”    And while we are at it what in the blazes

                          is a trojan mouse    excuse me but

BIF BAM KAPOW    Where have you heard that

Before    Well it serves you right for eavesdropping    Now get up

& wipe that goofy grin off your face    You can genuflect

On your own time    And if youre not the guy i thought you were

That makes two of us father    Then sundown

Is just a shot away    Still the greatest inoculation in town

Alongside dawn    After that comes midnight

And then noon    Followed by mid morning with mid afternoon

Bringing up the rear    Though i must say i have known my share

Of perfectly harmless times then along the embankment    Too

Soon came the footfalls of frequent allusion

To the presence of homeless wanderers there    On occasion

You might spot some apparition you feel you know    Look now

That one sporting a bin bag fastened with a silk cord    He

Doubtless is one of your old school pals    Cast out

Of gentle society    His taste betraying him

As a pathological stinker    Isnt it funny how he loiters

By that indifferent monument    Still he seems to take

An admirable interest in it    Why not kill five minutes yourself & have a

Gander    Bend over far enough & you can just make out the inscription

Posted on Sunday, February 25th, 2007 at 9:29 pm
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