Race Day
Run like a Slave Auction
First Teeth
Then ****
Next ***
Count the Purse
Strings....
Fridge
Check
Blow Job .. Any Good?
Check
Vision
and on and on
It Went
Until finally
It came
To the Question
Of Family
And suddenly
She looked around
And there wasn't one person
Not one
She stood that way
For a long time
Looking
Out
Unbelieving
The ground
Empty
As if a thousand corpse
Lay
Rotting
In
The Sunlight
looking up
Eyes UnSeeing
Trying
But there wasn't
Anything
That could be said
They left her there
Their own Flag
Made for Flying
Not Dying
Suddenly
A Breeze...
It was
Peace
Who Called
To take her
From the Pole
Where
She had
Been left
Hanging
A
new Thought
Of a
NEW Cross
Annointed Colors
Life
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 4:47 PM UTC
Race Day
Run like a Slave Auction
First Teeth
Then ****
Next ***
Count the Purse
Strings....
Fridge
Check
Blow Job .. Any Good?
Check
Vision
and on and on
It Went
Until finally
It came
To the Question
Of Family
And suddenly
She looked around
And there wasn't one person
Not one
She stood that way
For a long time
Looking
Out
Unbelieving
The ground
Empty
As if a thousand corpse
Lay
Rotting
In
The Sunlight
looking up
Eyes UnSeeing
Trying
But there wasn't
Anything
That could be said
They left her there
Their own Flag
Made for Flying
Not Dying
Suddenly
A Breeze...
It was
Peace
Who Called
To take her
From the Pole
Where
She had
Been left
Hanging
A
new Thought
Of a
NEW Cross
Annointed Colors
Life
