Least sound I can ear is of the smoke
It whistles
But why does it gawk
It dances
But why does it glare
changing expressions for what
Don’t know what next is it gonna dare
Huh
Its bifurcating now
To augment the direction of attacks
Or diminish the value of their benign stacks
It whistles now with a wink
It no more passes that thought so gawky glare
But it smiles with that sexus’ glint
So it has commenced its work
8 8 8 , triple eight and on
its engulfing rings
make that stature of innumerable sconce
busy submitting the treaties of hollow anatomy
acknowledging the presence of their musk enemy
they forgot where their cargoes were
in the fog
lost where in the unhealthy smog
where is the merchandise
in, on, at, upon or under the log
who in this asphalt will go
God whooooo
Who is going to hunt for the cargo?
Who is gonna jump and throw
Who with smolder is gonna play stapo
Cargo hunt this game is called
Simmering mirth expelled at their own fault
Now where is the gaiety, where is the gown
Where is the thumps up, where is the merry frown
Love ur wife, I don’t say no
But learn from today to love the clown also
Now go
Hunt the cargo
Oh dodgy hunter…go look where did ur belongings blow
In the snow
Or the fire flow
In ur hut
Or at the neighbour’s show
Those ringlets of harmless de mellows
Those pretty circulets of the pink pig’s tail
Those mundane buddies of aunt polly shallows
Those so fragile, dainty, velvet n frail
Those like puffs of daddy’s cigarette
Those like curtains of the puppy’s kennel
Those like eyelids of beautiful kate
Those like attentive aunts at funeral
Those crackles can ignite into a volcano
And make you bonds wonder where to go
Before taking refuge at MY stow
GO HUNT THE CARGO
Date:04 september 2005
It whistles
But why does it gawk
It dances
But why does it glare
changing expressions for what
Don’t know what next is it gonna dare
Huh
Its bifurcating now
To augment the direction of attacks
Or diminish the value of their benign stacks
It whistles now with a wink
It no more passes that thought so gawky glare
But it smiles with that sexus’ glint
So it has commenced its work
8 8 8 , triple eight and on
its engulfing rings
make that stature of innumerable sconce
busy submitting the treaties of hollow anatomy
acknowledging the presence of their musk enemy
they forgot where their cargoes were
in the fog
lost where in the unhealthy smog
where is the merchandise
in, on, at, upon or under the log
who in this asphalt will go
God whooooo
Who is going to hunt for the cargo?
Who is gonna jump and throw
Who with smolder is gonna play stapo
Cargo hunt this game is called
Simmering mirth expelled at their own fault
Now where is the gaiety, where is the gown
Where is the thumps up, where is the merry frown
Love ur wife, I don’t say no
But learn from today to love the clown also
Now go
Hunt the cargo
Oh dodgy hunter…go look where did ur belongings blow
In the snow
Or the fire flow
In ur hut
Or at the neighbour’s show
Those ringlets of harmless de mellows
Those pretty circulets of the pink pig’s tail
Those mundane buddies of aunt polly shallows
Those so fragile, dainty, velvet n frail
Those like puffs of daddy’s cigarette
Those like curtains of the puppy’s kennel
Those like eyelids of beautiful kate
Those like attentive aunts at funeral
Those crackles can ignite into a volcano
And make you bonds wonder where to go
Before taking refuge at MY stow
GO HUNT THE CARGO
Date:04 september 2005
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