Mushroom shaman types,
On fingerbone keyboards made of money,
As jam jar goggles recieve the sun,
And bluebells drown in honey,


Orange marigolds hold the compost,
Asprin trees suck on the river,
Trash bags hug the hedgehogs,
Whilst the nettles ceaselessly shiver,


Drink the soup of the homeless man,
Gold rush down your drain,
Fingerless gloves caress matted hair,
And the rich adorn the lame,


Half an elephant,
Sleeps in broken glass,
Beaded strings on the floor,
Make a necklace for the poor,


Jam jar goggles recieve the sun,
And my bluebells have drowned in honey,


Jye
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Not sure what to write here right now, so, please, just leave me a comment, or email, i'll answer whatever, and it'd be lovely to hear from you :)
Forgotten_sukai@hotmail.co.uk (if you were wanting to email)
Yours sincerely,
Jye