047. I Need Sheep's Feathers To Make A Bed
J Jaden Knight
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I need sheep's feathers to make a bed
I love to eat the air
my nose has gone and fried its self
with green and purple hair
a shot of rum for the ear
a punk tune for the lungs
down come a ladder from an oak tree
like an ape with yellow arms it swung
I made for the ladder
and caught it with half my brain
broke a window with my left eye ball
while the other ran up a drain
I saw this on a park side elephant
when my stomach was stolen by crows
my right foot got arrested for singing
and now I really must go
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