Yoko Hurt My Back

As many of you, unfortunately know, I been seeing Russel my big red headed physio therapist. Ahem its horrendous. I feel old, this is not something a guy gets done, that shows you how much pain I was in. Well the therapy has worked, and then came Yoko.
I know the beatles, but never owned. I used my fathers collection growing up. I had Jeffs servers for two years, and then, I had to build my own.
So I am listening to the white album, the sheer beauty of what is to be the great seventies classic blues guitar rock, while my guitar gently weeps, leads into the story of bungalow bill. Ahh a brilliant Lennon song, not good enough against gently weeps, then of all things Yoko sings. She sings. Oh like a cat being stepped on, or my neighbor stomped by godzilla, deary me.
She distracts.
And I think Harvey Bird Man.
I go down to my dvd case of notrious things, and there is mr birdman...
and ouch goes my back. Fucking Yoko.

Yoko Hurt My Back

A fuckyouhaikou by Chuck