it cant be used
if you toss it out
you wont have to put that
slimy grin
against something so filthy
tattered
and flat
i have an idea
i know a place with geese
fat ones
we can make it there
in five
strangle them
and pluck them bare
a sack full of down we'll have
then to the gin
my cotton blooms are
still fresh and plump
and then to the textile maker
and the seamstress
a fine cloth bag and cover
for those feathers alone
and fluff
and plop under your head
nah
its not that *****
tattered, flat
or
important
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 5:40 PM UTC
it cant be used
if you toss it out
you wont have to put that
slimy grin
against something so filthy
tattered
and flat
i have an idea
i know a place with geese
fat ones
we can make it there
in five
strangle them
and pluck them bare
a sack full of down we'll have
then to the gin
my cotton blooms are
still fresh and plump
and then to the textile maker
and the seamstress
a fine cloth bag and cover
for those feathers alone
and fluff
and plop under your head
nah
its not that *****
tattered, flat
or
important
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