I think I have too much hair
At least more than enough to share
A happy trail that looks more like a field
shaved once but with cuts that haven’t healed.
I find bugs caught in the tangle
A leg lifted up, I can see them dangle.
They wait, maybe death by bug spray,
I didn’t know bugs knew how to pray.
i'm no murderer, but just to be clear
so you can see my angle
Those bugs have lived since I loosed them from my ankle.
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 10:40 PM UTC
I think I have too much hair
At least more than enough to share
A happy trail that looks more like a field
shaved once but with cuts that haven’t healed.
I find bugs caught in the tangle
A leg lifted up, I can see them dangle.
They wait, maybe death by bug spray,
I didn’t know bugs knew how to pray.
i'm no murderer, but just to be clear
so you can see my angle
Those bugs have lived since I loosed them from my ankle.
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