From cover to cover
I'm trapped in a book...
Your so under my skin
You get on my nerves...
Aging advantage:
you can disappear outside...
There is no subject under the Sun,
That cannot be discussed in 100 words...
Song of a drunk poet
By Ziad Dib Jreige...
Finger nails, toe nails, forget the snails!
I have a tale to tell, I know that some finger...
So..bored.
Sitting here...
We should give it an ending….
Yeah.. it deserves a good ending...
I did a Kanye West
I was appropriately dressed...
Its a few pages of a Fairytale
But every word of it is true...
Although my glass is empty
My throat no longer dry...
Why not more I thought and thought
And then I thought some more...