The snow has been falling
Two days straight
I cannot take the picture
The flakes fade away
It is something I cannot understand
How to explain the snow to another man
The flakes come
Nearly the speed of gravity
I can here the floop
From the ceiling
As the weight fluffs the snow
From the bough
“FloOP”
Big fat cat in lap
Cup of coffee with baileys I lap
The cold is in the walls, the floor
Under a quilt made by mother
Let it snow a day or two more
That’s what good books are for
I like punk rock
It’s crass
Stuck in a snowstorm
I’d rather rock
Then sit on my ass
(This is where the 39 y.o. Dude jumps and sings around the cabin with the vision of moshing before Darby Crash, he is obviously drunk)
There’s a Dude
With grody teeth
And long hair
Trapped by winter
In love with solitude
Who is horny as hell
MindWorld 