Jan 2016
Protect your fingers, protect your toes
Follow the wrinkles, pay out the tolls
Jump the gate, find the bread crumbs
It's too late, would you like some ***?
Wallow in the gallows, more *** flow than blood flow
Limply creeping to who knows
You hate yourself.
You let it woe.
Follow the wrinkles, pay out the tolls
Jump the gate, find the bread crumbs
It's too late, would you like some ***?
Wallow in the gallows, more *** flow than blood flow
Limply creeping to who knows
You hate yourself.
You let it woe.
Gotta let it go.
Expanded version of a short poem I posted two days ago.
Expanded version of a short poem I posted two days ago.
