Just brawled with bad dopes alone Punched in the face, knocked down Packed in a trash bag, thrown into the Pearly ocean with a count of three Woke up lying on a broken styrobox Drifting among the garbages and socks Looking into the hot afternoon sun I am becoming a sunburned man Just slept under the chili flavored sky Washed up into the seashore of white Woke up, saw my faceprint on the sand Old seaweed in my mouth and in my hand Welcome to the island and I am solo I roamed until a rock madly met my toe Felt hungry from seeing a coconut Climbed its tree, fell, and broke my butt Becoming Tom Hanks of Cast Away Life is gay, I must survive every day Must cook fish, these stones must flame I started a fire and rejoiced, then rain came This raw sea food cannot arise my mood Its bad taste does not make me feel good Days and nights are always the same Talking to the bugs and crabs is lame One day, I assembled my escape raft Took a mile away from the island, slept Face was slapped by the great sea hand And I woke up, still in the same island
Posted on: Fri, 16 Aug 2013 07:09:27 +0000