Spirit Homonid
Spirit Homonid
Two hundred thousand years ago,
The Angel Spirits came you know,
Jumped into bodys tried the fit,
Experienced all, tried sex, did it,
And they were quite enthralled,
Stay too long you harden in,
To wait till death lets you win,
With just a tad of gall,
But Homomid is there too,
Anger festers and breaks through,
Murder isnt done by you,
The blood-lust beast has balls,
5 colours for the race they chose,
Red, Brown, Yellow, White, and Black were those,
To populate the Earth,
Jump in at the birth,
As Edgar Cayce shows,
My dear departed girlfriend Sue,
Discussed possesion tried it too,
Felt sick i did at first,
But she has since dispersed,
Her sick to deathly brew,
To reinvent our earthy love,
a spirit needs a puppet glove,
A blond in view sent from above,
A special person due
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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