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Pyramids

We work, we eat, we love and sleep
And in the seconds sqeazed between
We paint our stories in the streets
Dancing colours at our feet

And if I ever meet a genie I'm going to ask
what one's got to do to be put in a flask
Because as long as it doesn't have to do with doing dishes
I sure dont mind people rubbing me for wishes
I can be a fisherman catching fishies, on the bank of the Nile
And if only for a while I'll take your mind of the giant crocodile
you got chasing your behind

Spreading whatever leadwing wisdom I posess along my way
with a thank-you note for John Frusciante
For teaching me that all we need is love and creativity
Only to see my artwork trampled by hordes of overweight damsels
Dragging their skirts in the mud, soaking all those colours up
Daamn, I'll have to start all over again!
But this time I'll make pyramids and cover them with sand

Rest well little farao, with your cattle at your feet
Cause soon some nineteenth century arceologist
will wake you from your sleep
And drag you into a museum for people to see










Poetry by lou bergs
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Written on 2005-06-21 at 17:03

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chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
arr imagine that, the pyramids covered in graffitti art, now that would be a sight for sore eyes.
2005-07-16