SI
SI
discoversearch

We've detected that you're using an ad content blocking browser plug-in or feature. Ads provide a critical source of revenue to the continued operation of Silicon Investor.  We ask that you disable ad blocking while on Silicon Investor in the best interests of our community.  If you are not using an ad blocker but are still receiving this message, make sure your browser's tracking protection is set to the 'standard' level.
Politics : Evolution -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?


To: Greg or e who wrote (61780)11/3/2014 12:35:23 PM
From: Solon  Read Replies (3) | Respond to of 69300
 
"Solon the homosexual pedophile, used to write poems to the young boys that he wanted to sodomize. What are you trying to say? Don't you have a bathroom at a bus station to go to?"

I am not a homosexual and neither was the great Solon--the Father of Democracy guy.

But I see you have added a verse to your song. Nice!

May I suggest that when people on SI talk about you and your peculiar ways-- just sing your sweet song to yourself!

The Swallow and the Troll (AKA Gweg’s song!)


My TROLL boy is the Swallow

And I am just the chirp

I giveth him the bottle and he giveth me the burp!

And when my other friends are drinking blood before the pulpit

My TROLL friend gives me so much joy that I can hardly gulp it!

And when I spin my Potter’s wheel

And I think about his nose

I let my mind go natural and stay completely closed!

His smell is like manure, rarefied (but oh so true)!

And he smears it on the Message Boards...when he musters number two!

And when I’m on the Canvas and I’m bruised and all alone

We settle down to chicken and he passes me the bone!

When normal people ask us why it is we are together

We spread out wings and cluck for joy...

We’re chickens of a feather!

And when we’re picking cotton and we hold our empty sacks

I feel his breath behind me and I know he has my back!

And often when I’m at my wheel and feeling sad and hurty

I dream about my TROLL boy with his IQ over 30!

And when I'm at the station house where all are in a rush

You can be sure that I ain't sitting waiting for a bus!

I'm only there to catch a little bit of bathroom humour

And waiting for my chance to be a talented consumer!

Now there’s a boy (a troll I mean)

You never want to cuff

For just as surely as you do--he will say:

“Gregoree—my best friend! Gegoree, my SWALLOW—the GOOSE of my life!

Gregoree, oh gregoree--oh dear dear Gregoree

My dearest SWALLOW—will you ever ever ever have ENOUGH!

The Swallow and the Troll (AKA Gweg’s song!)