Two politicians were talking syntax
but their language must have been just too lax...
There once was a poet named Abu
just looking for a hot dog or two...
I am part of you
Magically i appear...
I stare at the pale green screen
where no one is ever mean...
If I were to drive a car
with a look of silent fear...
Two little mosquitos
Just sitting about...
Three curious minds
prepared our goldfish...
Fifty two little faces
Fifty two friends...
If I were to drive a car
with a look of silent fear...
When you are sad,
No one sees your...
Song of a drunk poet
By Ziad Dib Jreige...
For is it now, or is it then?
Where do I start, where do I begin...