Array ( [sid] => 26224 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Black Thieves [time] => 2003-11-01 16:30:57 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Lying naked on the beach
Watching the flying white beasts
Evesdropping the ocean's private speach
As the black thieves steal my feast
Schawigga wagga schawigga wagga

The ants go marching reltentlessly marching
stealing the food not caring if they're rude
They keep on stepping never forgetting
The queen is the master, my lunch is a disaster
Shawigga wagga schawigga wagga

Swimming in wild solitude
Obliviantly nude
In the distance a surfing dude
On the beach rides a train of food
Shawigga wagga schawigga wagga

The ants go stealing carelessly stealing
Dressed in night cammo on a battlefield of flanel
Straight line congo to a grasshopper bongo
The queen shares her feeling of need for more mealing
Schawigga wagga schawigga wagga

From my body drips a monsoon
I hear my stomach croon
Then I call myself bafoon
As I see the picnic ruins
Schawigga wagga schawigga wagga

The ants are eatin' steadily feedin'
In caverns of pleasure filled by my treasure
With antenae they're passing jokes of me and laughing
The queen takes a peak at the naked hungry freak
Schawigga wagga schawigga wagga.
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Black Thieves
Date: Saturday, 1st November 2003 @ 04:30:57 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: norticus
Lying naked on the beach
Watching the flying white beasts
Evesdropping the ocean's private speach
As the black thieves steal my feast
Schawigga wagga schawigga wagga

The ants go marching reltentlessly marching
stealing the food not caring if they're rude
They keep on stepping never forgetting
The queen is the master, my lunch is a disaster
Shawigga wagga schawigga wagga

Swimming in wild solitude
Obliviantly nude
In the distance a surfing dude
On the beach rides a train of food
Shawigga wagga schawigga wagga

The ants go stealing carelessly stealing
Dressed in night cammo on a battlefield of flanel
Straight line congo to a grasshopper bongo
The queen shares her feeling of need for more mealing
Schawigga wagga schawigga wagga

From my body drips a monsoon
I hear my stomach croon
Then I call myself bafoon
As I see the picnic ruins
Schawigga wagga schawigga wagga

The ants are eatin' steadily feedin'
In caverns of pleasure filled by my treasure
With antenae they're passing jokes of me and laughing
The queen takes a peak at the naked hungry freak
Schawigga wagga schawigga wagga.


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