Burning the candle as the

March 15, 2002

Burning the candle as the chickens hatch. Finger lickin in the banana patch. C'mon little pigs its just made of thatch. Lost the wart but won the match. He can throw up but he sure can't catch. A little bit of spit in every batch...snatch, latch, cratch & slatch (look it up). I'm all out of the single syllable ones. No form no content tonight. Just a poorly played riff on a plastic guitar. Some gave all and some just gave'er. Polli, Polli...you out there in the tree? Its dark and cold and I want to close the window...I have crackers.