Oh lord you know pride
Tastes like plums
Can't hardly
Stand
But
Stake your ground
You know it's gonna rot
That mouthful of
Succulence and flesh
Will disintegrate
Soften and die
Drain away until
Only the stone sits
Dry and ribbed
Smiling vainly to the sun
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 9:59 PM UTC
Oh lord you know pride
Tastes like plums
Can't hardly
Stand
But
Stake your ground
You know it's gonna rot
That mouthful of
Succulence and flesh
Will disintegrate
Soften and die
Drain away until
Only the stone sits
Dry and ribbed
Smiling vainly to the sun
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