Note Perfect

December 28th, 2009

Having been given a harmonica for Christmas by one A Jermyn (but for this post I shall merely refer to her as Audrey J) I have quickly surfaced with a slightly sad tune for those late nights and early morning when the sun can’t rise swiftly enough. It has poetic meaning that stretches further than any mere pop song can. In all honesty it’s the best thing to every emerge. Ever. Let’s see how the world takes to the verbosity:

Squishy Milk

Squishy milk,                       squishy milk
   1  1  -1                              1  1  -1

Meant to last,                       squished by fate
   2  2  -2                              2  2  -2

Nothing left,                         nothing left
  1  1  -2                               1  1  -2

But squishy milk,                   squishy milk
  2  2  -2                               1  1  1  1

I feel as though by adding further words it would destroy the essence of what is there. It is as Quaff would say, “intrinsically bereft of any doubt or shame.” How that man can be so succint is beyond me.

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