The Porridge in the Bowl

The Porridge in the Bowl

Livin alone
in a
shell

You shine
not

Nor do
you milk

Humanity kicks
you around

Till you
find your
black hole

The last
drop of
porridge

In the
bowl nearby

You look
on for
hope

And life

A Man
with a
big sword

Comes by
lookin for
odd things

Brushes you
up

Givin you
the style

Now you
move around

With a
loaded Gun

Forgetin the
porridge in
the bowl

Caution: This might be all theory

 

 

 

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