My Time, Yer Time

The Gourds

Compositor: Jimmy Smith

Folds and folds of hurling whirling words come spilling out yer hole
Dont intellectualize yer eloquent vomit when you rise
Now peter had paul dont have it i have it have it said i
In this rolling glowing growing stolen place that dont belong to me
It aint funny you say ok i had it up to here with you


This giddy little lifetime yer time my time dont agree with you
Some temper axes in the fire some sharpen knives upon a stone
Some chop up veggies in the hobart some use the bloody robo coup