Shoot the moon;
cuz all I have are hearts
And a *****
to dig graves.
Let's gather round
the smokey music
pyre and dance
a gymnasium
prom jig.
There's unwanted
Walmart bread
left behind for riots
on Said street.
Don't forget to shoot
because tomorrow
I won't have you
left to protect.
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 10:53 PM UTC
Shoot the moon;
cuz all I have are hearts
And a *****
to dig graves.
Let's gather round
the smokey music
pyre and dance
a gymnasium
prom jig.
There's unwanted
Walmart bread
left behind for riots
on Said street.
Don't forget to shoot
because tomorrow
I won't have you
left to protect.
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