Stains Take these soiled things,for they cannot remain.Broken memories, twisted dreamsthe tragic and the pain.Wash them with your humour,scrub them till they're sane,but you know just as I do,No reason can explain,Just why their stains still linger,and haunt you so unkind,for there's no removing memory,without removing mind.
Ode to my Toothbrush Trippy little toothbrush, Electric wizzy dude,When you're spinning on my toofies,I'm in a happy mood.But now yo' ass is busted,And your motor's on the fritz,And that mournful sound you're makin'Is giving me the shits.So it's sianara sucker,'Coz you're goin' in the bin,And I'm off to get another,Trippy wizzy little thing.
Sta.sh
