All I need's a wigwam
In somebody's garden
All I need is you ma'am
And my tent pole'll harden
All I need's a clay pipe
To smoke my weed in
But you play no hype
You keep on weeding
Houses are short things
Cut like the green grass blade
Cut down tomorrow
Like they've never been made
Why must we live in
Than blow in the wild wind
Carry me to everglades
Green like the grass blades
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Why don't flies become estate agents?
They seem to really like visiting my house
And letting themselves in, looking around
quickly from room to room
Then diving out a window
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.