you will never
be understood
you will never
understand
the alligator knows
more than you do
while the moon soaks up
humanity’s insanity
you cannot run
you cannot hide
not in this lifetime
not in the next
you play the game
think you are winning
while London sleeps
Paris makes love
and Rome sings
you don’t know
the game is rigged
somebody will lose
that somebody is you
you cannot win
not in this lifetime
not in the next
all you have left
is insane hope
he who believes
in the unicorn
and Santa Claus
is comforted by lies
Atlantis will rise again
you will make love
to beautiful mermaids
one dream only allowed
in this lifetime
and the next
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
My dream passed last year but I will be with her once more in the next lifetime.
Andy
Amen Andy!
A fine write Fred.
I never enjoy Christmas Day. Me lounge is always full of soot. Some fat bloke in a red and whit coat and hat always comes down me chimney Christmas night! I spend all day cleaning up me lounge. Doh!
Maybe if you give him cookies and milk he will clean up after himself!
I agree that alligators know so much but ... boy does their dress code let them down.... a bit flashy all that alligator hide.
Yep, d a, that's why we have all these alligator shoes and handbags!
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