Sleeping with lobsters

Geir

A disturbing little story from a deranged mind :

Sleeping with lobsters

Hard as a nut
strong as a bolt
his car is rusty
he carries a colt
he’s sleeping with lobsters
he’s one yard short of a foot

cold as a stone
soft as a shoe
his eyes are misty
he remembers the war
he’s sleeping with lobsters
he’s one pint short of an ounce

Quick as a pig
slow as a dog
his hair is frosty
he hates the fall
he’s sleeping with lobsters
he’s one week to late every day

cool as a cat
hot as a hog
his hands are dirty
he foresees the past
he’s sleeping with lobsters
he’s one step away from your home