Spanish Castles

Hammered out from beansprouts, giants tumble out onto the scene, born to intervene, split the seas and rule supreme
Mechanic birds of prey that collect shiny things
And place them in the sunstream, in the radioactive element of sunbeams

Get your tan on, blast your cannon, on this warridden golden beach
While the populace stand on the opposing ford going "Oh my Lord, all that gold is out of reach!"
When you get home, frantically collect the golden sand left in your trunk
I'll collect self esteem enough to be myself when I'm not drunk

Call me in the early napalm morning, I'll answer yawning, while you're ranting about how we all have an equal chance
I'll get bored and fall asleep, helicopters flapping over my roof, apocalypse is now and our existance is the proof
So stop calling me please, because I'm busy getting a diploma so I can be a shipwreck on the seas



Poetry by lou bergs
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Written on 2005-06-11 at 21:42

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chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
all over the world there is madness, our toys are getting more destructive, we like to break things.
2005-07-16


AZ
I enjoy the curise that the words take you on as you read. It flows internally in my head, I am left thinking of some of the old days...Oh those old days
2005-06-12


Angie-M
I love. It really, really, somehow went straight to my heart. Ironiskt-komisk till den grad att man känner sig satt inför undergången. Och så, så, cool. Yeah, that's the word, it's cool
2005-06-12