Tree leaf, tea leaf, let us leave;
satisfaction absent, apparent it seems...
Five "Tea"s do I count,
but "Coffee"s only three...
Roses are red,
violets are blue...
Puppet moves; rap breaking a dance
Wiggling gyrating and synthesizers...
Author's note: this poem starts off with the...
Created by a genius
that now I use...
Im a spaced out scientist and i like to fish
for inner outer space folks on my huge satellite...
Bombs they blow stuff apart
Concrete, bricks, cars, and people...
Watch the old boy drool.
His house stacked with candy, yet...
Her petals glisten with morning dew
It's such a fine sight to see...
The last concert I was at, hippies were crying
that Bob had just walked off the stage, they where...
WAIT!!
Are you...