Frankfurter Goes to Hollywood.
To be a plant
In a pot
With no cares
Beyond dirt
And the sun
And the whims
Of those who bring
You water
To be a plant
In a pot
With no cares
Beyond dirt
And the sun
And the whims
Of those who bring
You water
I know
What it is to cast a stone
So dense
It folds in upon itself
The glass half Cincy
The house half prole
I know
What it is to cast a stone
So dense
It folds in upon itself
The glass half Cincy
The house half prole
As a child
I’d inhale
Every single
Strip
Of Sir Galahad
Misbegotten
Conceptions
Persimmons
Trodden
Rotten
Misperceptions
As a child
I’d inhale
Every single
Strip
Of Sir Galahad
Misbegotten
Conceptions
Persimmons
Trodden
Rotten
Misperceptions
A poor mountaineer,
Barely kept his family fed.
Till the one day when the lady met this fellow
And up through the ground came a-bubblin’ crude.
They’re a page right out of history.
A poor mountaineer,
Barely kept his family fed.
Till the one day when the lady met this fellow
And up through the ground came a-bubblin’ crude.
They’re a page right out of history.