Saturday, 20 October 2012

Flying Potatoes...

It’s a night so dark,
I smell a dog smoking in the park,
There are books lying here and there,
A lady dances while I stare,
And I see the potatoes fly
In the crimson sky

There's that barking dog,
Engulfed by the fog,
The stars are confusing me,
Tonight I’m losing me,
And I see Aliens fly by,
Tonight the Gods are so bloody high

That dog stopped barking,
I don’t know why,
Is the end nigh?
Above the golden streetlight,
There’s a crimson sky
And the potatoes waving me goodbye…