Maelstrom
Maelstrom
In this little hell world,
with its thorns all unfurled,
it seems we are all born to suffer,
subtle as hell,
fire burning so well,
into the maelstrom we’re hurled.,
plum-duffer, ( bum soker…dumb fker}
born stupid by chance,
me brains didn’t dance,
just too long out in the rain?
the bloody hot heat,
cooked me brain incomplete,,
wonder if I'm bloody insane,
but I cannot complain,
bout brainless, de-brained,
as a hell is so subtle, so neat,
we notice it not,
till I bloody forgot,
that we all cop it sweet,
a connection deletes,
till,
ole Quartpot’s doing his rain dance again.
Don Johnson
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