Topic: docphils writing a poem hahahahahahaha, STOOOOPID, but I tried.
Two bottles whiskey a day
keep the good doctor away
but since my job is doc
I needed to fight for my job and wasn't shy to knock
knocking, so old as mankind here, now and long before
But something went wrong I simply knocked on heavens door.
I knocked 3 times first soft and than quit hard
a long bearded man opened slowly a door asked are you in art
I said excuse me did I hear right?
He said no, I heard it left: result a great confusion in my mind
I talked to him very loud, or he was death or no bright light
Yet we started talking when he came back with an ear device
Almost invisible hidden by beard and hear, but it was pretty nice.
He asked me I know you where are you from, I told him Brussels far away
He also asked me aren't you a doc, I told yes but that was a flop
He answered don't worry son, I am the Gibson man of ZZ-top
Well docphil, that's at least a start.
- MY GUITAR PLAYS EVERY STYLE = BLUES, ROCK, METAL, so I NEED TO LEARN HOW TO PLAY IT.
[color=blue]Civilization began the first time an angry person cast a word instead of a rock.[/color]
