Poem: All Romes Lead to the Road
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17. Nov. 2018 By Alex Nuttall - Bio Poem: All Romes Lead to the Road 20181116-0156 Good night and thank you for listening, All Romes lead to the road, Common language somehow upsetting, The balance and the wind shuffle; Good night and early morning travels Vaguely saying the measures of mile Twisting haphazardly with Meter, Rhyme And dusty Feet marching route-step; In cadence, exercise! I hate you and You hate me! Dirty, stinking privates Won't brush their teeth! Laughing at The patience of the Grand Narcissist; Good night and say goodbye to games Played on the playa with the Devil Bending his knee to publicly pray and Say: "Have a blessed day." As you vomit; Good night and listen for the vomitorium To hand over fist fulls of fools feeling Frothy fantastic fetes for fabricated Nonsensual desires landing in tepid waters; Over the river and through the woods With difficult breathing and difficult Breathing for fantastic difficult ro