I pick up this Bic
I used to pick up one
that made me sick
Years and years have floated by
like so many clouds on the wind
this burning thirst
year after year
has only gotten worse
Gnawing at my brain
like a ******
on a fresh piece of birch
Freedom isn't free
there's a price to pay
I'll pay it all
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 6:06 PM UTC