Once the night spills its stories three shots down
the wives are always *******
and 'he' the prefect one. How come?
Little did he know his drinks
were earned on the backstreets of ******
and the greasy twenty was to keep his mouth
shut the **** up. But no, he blathered and blathered
of his own inadequacy, on the home front,
and the two children he never knew
ignored his weakness
to sell crack on the doorstep of doom.
The day he went to investigate
this moral uprising in his mind
they found him filleted like a big fish
in the factory backyard where the
slabs of ice kept him frozen for a whole month.
He was shipped on a container to nowhere
frozen with the tuna.
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© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a day ago
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
Once the night spills its stories three shots down
the wives are always *******
and 'he' the prefect one. How come?
Little did he know his drinks
were earned on the backstreets of ******
and the greasy twenty was to keep his mouth
shut the **** up. But no, he blathered and blathered
of his own inadequacy, on the home front,
and the two children he never knew
ignored his weakness
to sell crack on the doorstep of doom.
The day he went to investigate
this moral uprising in his mind
they found him filleted like a big fish
in the factory backyard where the
slabs of ice kept him frozen for a whole month.
He was shipped on a container to nowhere
frozen with the tuna.
Author Notes
Optional
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a day ago
