MORRISSEY: what would you do if he flew through your window tonight...

[pillow [pending]]

brandishing a picture of diane poppos and a bottle of rum?

yeah,
i know what id do.

but god only knows,
what the rest of you strange creatures,
would inflict upon the poor man.

* * * * *

a small verse:

morrissey...
morrissey...

he eats sprouts for vanity.
he stays up late,
and contemplates,

and doubts about his sanity.

 

[pillow [pending]]

miserable drunk i doubt about YOUR sanity.