#AmericanWriters
(Hey the truth might hurt so I’m… Hey you better not ask me where I… Why my eyes are shinin’ and my spi… You better not ask if I been doin… And you better not ask me bout the…
No one’s hangin’ stockin’s up, No one’s bakin’ pie, No one’s lookin’ up to see A new star in the sky. No one’s talkin’ brotherhood,
Walk into a restaurant with chicke… Look at the menu I want roastbeaf… A waitress comes up I order baked… Oh when she brings it I want ham’… Because my mind keeps a movin’ bou…
Pamela Purse yelled, ‘Ladies firs… Pushing in front of the ice cream… Pamela Purse yelled, ‘Ladies firs… Grabbing the ketchup at dinnertime… Climbing on the morning bus
If you were only one inch tall, yo… The teardrop of a crying ant would… A crumb of cake would be a feast And last you seven days at least, A flea would be a frightening beas…
Have you been to the land of happy… Where everyone’s happy all day, Where they joke and they sing Of the happiest things, And everything’s jolly and gay?
They had a Rotten Convention And everyone was there: Hamburger Face and Gruesome Grac… And the Skull with the slimy hair… There was Mr. Mud and the Creepi…
My skin is kind of sort of brownis… Pinkish yellowish white. My eyes are greyish blueish green, But I’m told they look orange in… My hair is reddish blondish brown,
Oh if you read in the papers that… A gettin’ in an out of some millio… She may fool you with her smile bu… That’s just her poor hopeless hear… So you were down at Joe’s on the…
“Why can’t you see I’m a cat,” sa… “And that’s all I ever will be? Why are you shocked when I roam o… Why are you sad when I meow and I… Why are you sick when I eat up a…
Haha I kissed Polly goodnight hah… Now she’s quite a proper lady so… But haha I was feeling oh so groo… And I sat down and guess just wha… I saw Polly in a porny down at th…
I was sitting in my basement I just rolled myself a taste of something green and gold and gl… to get me through the day Then my friend yelled through the…
The morning sun touched lightly on The eyes of Lucy Jordan In her white suburban bedroom In a white suburban town, As she lay there ‘neath the covers…
Well breakfast black coffee one sl… Lunch just some lettuce two celery… Dinner one chicken wing broiled no… And this dietin’ dietin’ dietin’ d… So pass me a carrot stick peel me…
Once there was a tree.... and she loved a little boy. And everyday the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them into crowns