#AmericanWriters
On the way to the bottom I met an ole friend of mine He said 'Buddy, I do believe this is the end of the line’ I said 'The end of the line’
In the laid back California town… Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetca… You probably knew her well She was stoned 15 of her 18 years And her story was widely told,
Said General Clay to General Gor… ‘Oh must we fight this silly war? To kill and die is such a bore.’ ‘I quite agree,’ said General Gor… Said General Gore to General Cla…
A piece of sky Broke off and fell Through the crack in the ceiling Right into my soup, KERPLOP!
He rode through the woods on a big… He had fists as hard as choppin’ b… Five hundred pounds and nine feet… Talk about workin’, when he swung… You could hear it ring for a mile…
She’s a liberated lady and she’s l… And she don’t need your protection… And she does not want your help. And if you’re lookin’ for some pre… You better go look somewhere else,
You may be lookin’ for me but I a… I’m still lookin’ for myself and… When I found who I am and where… And if you come round again maybe… You wanna follow me but honey can’…
Each time I see the Upside-Down… Standing in the water, I look at him and start to laugh, Although I shouldn’t oughtter. For maybe in another world
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
There’s a light on in the attic. Though the house is dark and shutt… I can see a flickering flutter, and I know what it’s about. I can see it from the outside,
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…
There once was a hippo who wanted… Fly-hi-dee, try-hi-dee, my-hi-dee-… So he sewed him some wings that co… Sky-hi-dee, fly-hi-dee, why-hi-dee… He climbed to the top of a mountai…
Whosever room this is should be as… His underwear is hanging on the la… His raincoat is there in the overs… And the chair is becoming quite mu… His workbook is wedged in the wind…
In a pad with no heat, up on Sull… The last of the hipsters lay dyin’… Wearin’ his shades, so like no one… Like whether or not he was cryin’. All the junkies and loners
Tell me who can Catch a toucan? Lou can. Just how few can Ride the toucan?