Thing Write
A clown is only worth his banjo skills.
Even the songbirds have their sadness.
If you stay positive you can see lights in your teeth.
My brain takes a sponge and squeezes until there’s no more pudding.
It would be nice if peace was a piece of paper.
I see the way things are with evil men.
They have the same hair cut and eat the same pies.
I’m a garter snake smiling at the Sun.
I swim in the park and drown in the wind.
I like the way this is going said the smeller to the salt.
I can crawl along the sidewalk with a gun and smell the flowers if I want.
Itching is no fun.
Scratching is fun.
The shadows talk of despair but the light says everything is done already.
Giggly chipmunks are dangerous so wear your boots.
Let the wind speak of its own travels and I’ll sit tight waiting for bingo.
Pumpkins smile at the evil in the smoke.
My brain has claws.
Far away is my ghost.
Solo drums are best when they can see if you are watching.
Zippers are a way of saying maybe.
Wishing for new cigarettes is like staying on the bed when the cat already ran away.
Giggling friends see a new pattern on the wall paper then eat potatoes with a fork.
Belly laughs are better for bingo.
Change the way you think until the aliens let go.
Up in the air is where the care bears stare at their hair.
Begin with the scotch and end with the peanuts.
Zippers are a new strategy for telling the other folks it’s not a buffet.
Tango and Cash let it rip when the old ways died hard.
Hot stuff will be more stable if horses can whisper their needs to the frigid underwear.
Zen is madness in the garden if the flies eat the spinach.
Play the game with a smile and see if the can of beans will open.
Forever is a long time to take your own special forces test.
Open the first thing that comes to the park and see the elephant move the mosquito.
I like to see the bottom of the stars from my bed.
Only the lonely will wash a window in the car.
Zip up that fly and quit talking to xenophobes unless they have a lot of money.
New toys with towlines are the boats in the ocean and write their own songs.
You will find what you’re looking for in the dress of love under the heart of stone.
Banjos cost a lot of money but they gain much respect.