if a mortal would drink of the rain, all the rain
and he'd drink and he'd drink and he'd drink
he would bloat and he'd swell all in blubbery pain
and be a blobbery blubbery blop
drink only from a well that was built by a man
just to quench mortal thirst in a drought
since the rain's for the critters, for the lakes and the trees
but the man, it seems, gods have cast out







Devious Comments
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"Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black" - Falling Slowly, Glen Hansard
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Arsenic for the girls and boys.
That line about a bloppery blubbery blop just sounds like something he'd write. Maybe Dr. Seuss as well.
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Arsenic for the girls and boys.
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