I was bumming
around Halifax town,
it was dusk, or there about.
Getting cold and
in need of shelter,
I entered an old abandon apartment
that was toasted to in the worst of ways.
All to make room for progress.
There scrawled on
what would have been
the living room wall...
The words written in blood,
the funniest thing,
it read...
'Dyslexic's of the World.. Untie'
I knew I was home for the night,
no big deal, if the bleeder came back
at least he had a sense of humour.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
I was bumming
around Halifax town,
it was dusk, or there about.
Getting cold and
in need of shelter,
I entered an old abandon apartment
that was toasted to in the worst of ways.
All to make room for progress.
There scrawled on
what would have been
the living room wall...
The words written in blood,
the funniest thing,
it read...
'Dyslexic's of the World.. Untie'
I knew I was home for the night,
no big deal, if the bleeder came back
at least he had a sense of humour.
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