Robin Hood,
Robin Hood,
You'd be napalmed,
In the wood,
If you were indeed alive today.
Tell me, please-
Legend, myth, or man?
Did you really live in Merry England,
The Shire of Nottingham?
Your daring band of robbers,
they gave the gift of hope and cheer,
You spread the riches widely,
To the neglected far and near.
You were the hero,
Of a now forgotten time,
You were but,
a poorer man,
Who kept the rich in line.
Robin Hood,
Robin Hood,
You'd be napalmed,
In the wood,
If you were indeed alive today.
Categories:
napalmed, adventure,
Form: I do not know?
The John Player Special comin’ down the line,
I cough and I retch like a veteran miner;
a nicotine fix clawin’ into my spine,
my lungs turnin’ black like a napalmed vagina.
A Number Six filter tipped dream of redemption,
eyes that are waterin’, red and inflamed;
tongue like a fish from a twilight dimension,
a heart so surreal that it oughta be framed.
Benson and Hedges, Rothman’s and Dunhill,
Marlboro, Capstan, Black Cat and Pall Mall;
emphesemic, sclerotic and terminally ill,
wondrous coffin nails I love you all.
I need my nicotine, tar-filled tobacco,
forty a day at the absolute least;
without the fags I’d go totally whacko,
I’ll just keep on smokin’ until I’m deceased:
which may not be too long thanks to you evil, capitalistic,
megacorporate, drug-pushing, death-dealing sons of...
Categories:
napalmed, death, life, social, i
Form: Verse