Assorted poems written by me while I was bored in English, as read by David Bowie:
A Golden Idol
Sits high above
Looks down below
Unto a world that grows
And grows and grows
With doom so slow
Poor Little Shadow
Runs through gray
Remains faceless everyday
Do not speak his name
Lest you cause him pain
Shadow Shadow!
Run away!
Here comes sun!
How it burns!
Hide Away!
A Tik Tok Man
Cold and tin
Clockwork heart
Rusted chin
Has a soul?
I don't know
Where can he go?
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