with your head in the sand standing bent over for just any man to walk by still you try to mumble while I sigh...
You make me cry
while all your life prose cools just like a ******* upon a body not breathing stiff as a cold breeze You sit like a scarecrow guarding your non de plume drowning out your own scream
why don't you
attract that ravenous beast that will feed upon your braggart heart, tear apart your broken bones to the meat that rots like a rancid ****, all covered in mildewed strawberries and curdled cream
You were never smart
Eating away at the morning dew chomping on a feast that few ever completely inhaled but only just nibbled on bit by bit except