| Scribbles In the morning Afternoon, whenever I read what I wrote Sometimes, quite often Complaining about poor grammar And worse translations Misplaced pronouns und adjectifs It helps to empty my head This twinkie sponge of a brain My mind and my heart Are not on speaking terms What once was passion Now painful memories A head full of dreams Eyes vacant and dry tears My mind and my heart With only one thing in common Neither wants to know What my penis is thinking |