Phil's Philisms

The ramblings of fish and trees

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Where have you been my

porcupine mother?

Empty like a glass not half full
Bland - taste a spoon of flour

Kind like being ignored in the street
Lame - walking in shit shoes

Full like wanting to be sick - of you
Mouth-off - wishing for cool silence and only ever being able to say too much
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