Perched upon the couch
that evil glare says it all.
Okay, time to play.
Perched upon the couch
that evil glare says it all.
Okay, time to play.
vicious behavior
the bark is worse than the bite
moment to savor
Waiting in shadow,
the true you will soon appear;
just turn on the light.
A house among trees,
nature’s beauty on display.
My perfect hideout.
Very soon, nonsense
will make the clearest of sense;
life is metaphor.
When I was falling,
I saw your face so clearly.
My heart will still beat.
Mama’s boy grows up.
Surely nature takes its course.
Stick it to the man.
Presents are unwrapped
and the food is all but gone,
no more cheer to spread.
Light snow falls in dark
landing quietly on ground,
a blanket of white.