I'Ve Got a Black Hole In My Pocket It Still Works Though
I've fallen in a tight hole
and it's really very dark,
Can't see no light at all
and I feel i need to fart.
This whole is getting bigger
it's consuming everything it sees,
Look i'm getting thinner
legs stretch like spaghettis.
Like a crazy fairground ride
This hole it pulls me round,
My compass needs a guide
as everything comes unwound.
Similar to a tumble dryer
Times spun fast me all day long,
I don't think I've been much higher
every which way round is all wrong.
The black hole that's eating me
can you hear my atoms unsticking,
I then see some feet before me
it's my toes I am licking.
I'll take you for a spin
T'was what the Devil said,
I should have known from his grin
that I would end up dead.
Copyright © John-Ovan.P. Hull | Year Posted 2016
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