Tastes Like Outer Space

Dude couldn’t lick an astro not.

Wouldn’t be caught

With his glass down.

He’d frown.

But no sound.

Would come.

He’d be done.

No more pay as a astro not.

And that life’s fraught

With Dee Saster.




Barry Williams http://barry-williams.com/blog

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

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