4 August 2012
I once was a guy Who went to some rave Dancing about Waiting for Dave
But Dave never came So the party went on I was dancing like mad And bumped in to John
John was a hippy And he liked to smoke This colourful guy Was a happy young bloke
But the night it did pass John got a bit high He thought he was bird He thought he could fly
He climbed to the top Of a high balcony Swiftly leapt off Singing guys look at me
Unfortunate John Left this cool rave In a crazy old style That led to his grave
This poem unfolds Like birds that eat bugs John is your reason You shouldn't do drugs
John's Your Proof • Opuss № I