Kick a dead man
He don't bleed
rubber face
never breaks
has no need
Why stab the thing
it doesn't live
wrapped in bags
buried in the sea
feed the fish
Dumpster dive deliveries
snails and worms
and pretty things
fingernails pony tails
and teeth
A thousand million
maybe more
trinkets
and a broken *****
washed up on a
greasy shore
get your needles free
with running shoes and feet
treasures on the beach
dig the earth and reach
search for more
muggings of my sanity
I can't go out
I'm never free
all the eyes are watching me
dollars down the drain
such a shame
***** names and ***** stains
I've seen it all
It's all the same
demoralized beaten
left for dead
Dig a grave
for someone else
staring back
behind the glass
whiskey poems
the Mensa test
and death
Diseased
Pick Your poison
cups of tea...
forget
there's simply nothin' left
No one Loves
no one tries
kick the bodies all aside
and deal your truth
where it seems to fit
I spit
I'm used to it
I think it's time to go to sleep
digging up a darker deep
Killing pigs
with gloves of kid
I slit the neck
bleeding out in reams
it streams
anything that floats your boat
Is likely just a dream
and one more lifeless body
slips into the drink
Roosty
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 12:18 PM UTC
Kick a dead man
He don't bleed
rubber face
never breaks
has no need
Why stab the thing
it doesn't live
wrapped in bags
buried in the sea
feed the fish
Dumpster dive deliveries
snails and worms
and pretty things
fingernails pony tails
and teeth
A thousand million
maybe more
trinkets
and a broken *****
washed up on a
greasy shore
get your needles free
with running shoes and feet
treasures on the beach
dig the earth and reach
search for more
muggings of my sanity
I can't go out
I'm never free
all the eyes are watching me
dollars down the drain
such a shame
***** names and ***** stains
I've seen it all
It's all the same
demoralized beaten
left for dead
Dig a grave
for someone else
staring back
behind the glass
whiskey poems
the Mensa test
and death
Diseased
Pick Your poison
cups of tea...
forget
there's simply nothin' left
No one Loves
no one tries
kick the bodies all aside
and deal your truth
where it seems to fit
I spit
I'm used to it
I think it's time to go to sleep
digging up a darker deep
Killing pigs
with gloves of kid
I slit the neck
bleeding out in reams
it streams
anything that floats your boat
Is likely just a dream
and one more lifeless body
slips into the drink
Roosty
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