Ode to Obscure B?

Heeeeey...

That is not an obscure feckin' A

It's an obscure feckin' B

or can't you see.

Pink are the weeds

and gallop and roll quite free

Through the deep blue corn

to meet with the orange sea

Auroran skies don't fall down on me...

Roll the dice

Light a match

Clear the room.

My perspectives are fumed

Never mind

Just keep on

keeping on..

Who's the tool, not you.

But you can pinpoint the fool on ya-hoo.

Obscure B

To an untrained eye may seem

Dillusional drunk at best

Or a drooler like all the rest.

We Know better though

Cause B can open your mind with his left toe.

Ode to Obscure B?
You are correct, TD. Chains and bones across the manse.



Warmed to the last cockle of my heart. There; it's stopped. Call me out as your dog of war!



Ar*e Poet-ica
Reply:You know what Stooge Berlin has one of the greatest Russian immigrant sections in Europe, move here and you'll feel happy.

The Russian "Bourgeoisie" lives here. You could actually sell counterfeit fakes.



Hey don't take my word for it...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ka7cLbrpx...
Reply:B, in obscurity, rattles his chains...

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