We pontificate!
Compulsively.
Swollen lobster in our own right.
Consider me!
I slide beneath the rocks in the quarry,
scamper to freedom or
a more sensational atmosphere
to clean my lungs.
over the moon, under the sea
We pontificate!
Compulsively.
Swollen lobster in our own right.
Consider me!
I slide beneath the rocks in the quarry,
scamper to freedom or
a more sensational atmosphere
to clean my lungs.