If there were, I'd be there
spread amongst bread crumbs...
knifing butter
smearing will,
watching the bag close,
sealed with a date...
If there were, I'd be there
rebuilding faith amongst the masses...
chanting profanity;
a sincere smile,
watching the procession,
opened with a kiss skyward...
If there were, I'd be there
leading with a howl...
eating the body
in fancy fur,
ever lusting.
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 12:17 PM UTC
If there were, I'd be there
spread amongst bread crumbs...
knifing butter
smearing will,
watching the bag close,
sealed with a date...
If there were, I'd be there
rebuilding faith amongst the masses...
chanting profanity;
a sincere smile,
watching the procession,
opened with a kiss skyward...
If there were, I'd be there
leading with a howl...
eating the body
in fancy fur,
ever lusting.
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