fozziewriter (fozziewriter) wrote in vogon_poets,
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A Cold Vogon Heart

It's so cold I can see my cold-hearted air
and feel my bones creak and ache everywhere
My car starts up like a horse with TB
and my glasses are so fogged I cannot see
I ponder wearing grandpa wear
So that I can scoot through the day without a care
It's so cold that people are hoarding all food
The store shelves are bare
And if anything is bad, it's my mood
So sweet dreams to all with woolen covers
The electric company can gouge even their mothers without a care
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