(circa 9/1990)
Peebol Snabol,
Peebol Saabol
Peebol Snabol,
Peebol Saabol,
All I hear is
Peebol Snabol,
From the time I wake up
until the time I go to bed.
Saabol this,
Snabol that,
From my parents, teachers, friends,
Sometimes I even find a
Peebol
or three in my very own head.
Everywhere I turn people are talking of
Peebol Snabol
and
Peebol Snaabol
as if they both truly mattered.
Peebol Snabol,
Peebol Saabol,
If I hear you again
I will surely die.
the blog of alex holden (poet, digital video artist, photographer, human) www.alexholden.homestead.com
Saturday, November 17, 2007
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