Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Bloody old men

I want to go back to being fourteen, meet Paul McArtney in school, and form The Beatles. This time around, I would even spell it right and make sure it's Yoko who gets shot.
It's annoying me today, all those missed buses. I need some rum and some compassion. It's not my fault that all the good things were invented before I was born, yeah, even Old Monk.
They didn't leave anything for me to discover, invent or kill.
It's not that I am not bright or anything.

2 comments:

fishbowl said...

Nice post a:)

Shaila said...

what strong sentiments against poor yoko!