Sitting On My Hands And Legs

"Sitting On My Hands And Legs"





Sitting on a seat looking at the wall as punishment.

For having danced with my feet.

Can feel the crying heat.

While playing on my music's sheet.

Would rather be feeling a woman's teat.

But my life is no such treat.

Maybe I could use swim in Niagara falls when Viagra calls.

Swim into a lake by a rope.

Until you call.

Outside in, a waterfall.

If the trucks don't work, they stall.

My cursed wall is Gus Hall.

Waiting for him to fall.

In a man's shawl.

He wants to be buried in at The Kremlin's wall.

Put Hall back in his wall.

Watch him crawl.





By Jonathan Billet-08/30/2015