Monday, March 29, 2004

Half-Assed Comic #7 : When Bugs Fly





To the tune of When Doves Cry. Dig if u will a picture Of me speeding way 2 damned fast The rain from the morning's everywhere Tell me my reader Will I die at last? Spot if you can the sharp curve Next to the highway so close Commuters strike curious poses They hear the screech The screech as I slide on through. How can they just leave me strapped in Alone in a car that's just rolled? Maybe my spine has been severed Maybe that's how come I'm feeling so cold Maybe my head will stop spinning Surprised I'm still alive Next time I know I'll drive slower That is how to avoid When Bugs Fly

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