Don Johnson Poet Rhyme

Schitzo

Voices in me flaming head,

wont shut up, who is Fred?

pull yer head in bloody nong,

no i don't need a sarong,

go to bed. 


schitzo phrenia...was it mate,     {that Andrea Dietrich got me?)

volume blows the ear wax late,

get a grip below the ears,

choking now as blackness nears,

Charon handing out the beers,

unholy is me fate??? 

thanks Andrea...

Don Johnson 4-aug-11

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Elizabeth Wesley August 7, 2011 at 10:23 PM Hairy legs look great in a sarong, would love to see it. Another gem Don, you have a great sense of humor.

Andrea Dietrich August 4, 2011 at 10:26 PM hahaha, I like what you came up with off my schizo guy!! Love that line, volume blows the ear wax late!! Luv, Andrea