Oh to you
as the queen of the swine.
The lump that you left me has
settled its mine.
No further with purpose
its bottom at last. It rests now on top
of debris from its path. Having only ever
needed just a sign of remorse. You knew
that already only prolonging the course.
Mar 17, 2010
Mar 17, 2010 at 7:45 PM UTC
Oh to you
as the queen of the swine.
The lump that you left me has
settled its mine.
No further with purpose
its bottom at last. It rests now on top
of debris from its path. Having only ever
needed just a sign of remorse. You knew
that already only prolonging the course.