Z***@none.i2p
2020-03-18 19:02:43 UTC
Poem For Starry Eyes
Yellow star you give me the blues
I have powers but often forget what I do.
Red star over the land of my birth
where a man must toil to earn his daily worth.
Yellow star shine on into that good night
light my path and embellish my sight.
Red star were I marched my armies of right
swabbing the decks as planes take flight.
Yellow star give me powers I must not abuse
I need to use my gift the best way choose.
Red star bathing my sunset so sweetly
sitting by the campfire loving Loretta so discreetly.
Yellow star in the land I now call home
smoking home grown grass so we all can get stoned.
Red star in a land so far far away
forty years gone and I still miss it every day.
Yellow star I recite my poetry near and far
busking with Dirty Mike, he plays the guitar.
Red star in that land up to the north
where I made sweet love to dear Sally Forth.
Yellow star made my crops grow so fine
smoking my harvest with a bottle of wine.
-General Zod
Yellow star you give me the blues
I have powers but often forget what I do.
Red star over the land of my birth
where a man must toil to earn his daily worth.
Yellow star shine on into that good night
light my path and embellish my sight.
Red star were I marched my armies of right
swabbing the decks as planes take flight.
Yellow star give me powers I must not abuse
I need to use my gift the best way choose.
Red star bathing my sunset so sweetly
sitting by the campfire loving Loretta so discreetly.
Yellow star in the land I now call home
smoking home grown grass so we all can get stoned.
Red star in a land so far far away
forty years gone and I still miss it every day.
Yellow star I recite my poetry near and far
busking with Dirty Mike, he plays the guitar.
Red star in that land up to the north
where I made sweet love to dear Sally Forth.
Yellow star made my crops grow so fine
smoking my harvest with a bottle of wine.
-General Zod