Poems from Bovineocw
Women are bad drivers,
women have no brains,
women only want their shopping,
and money down the drains.
Women are an unknown species,...
Mornings are my whittle time,
time for me to fall apart,
time for me to start anew.
Noons are my busy time
too busy, can't think
too...
I am a dead poet
you may not know it
I spend most of my days
within a deep haze.
I am one of those men,
who calls himself Ben
who must...
Pictures, pictures on your wall,
Still shots, still shots, seen them all,
Take them, fake them, see their pain.
The picture is done.
...
The children have grown old,
though there are many,
this land is new but,
my mother is a terrorist,
they are working hard,
to survive...