Inwardly I am regal,
like a satin swathed
silent film star
starry eyed
rain on my bed
no more stars
stricken by my
weather
inside
My teeth shall remain
lodged in my formerly
pretty face
It's all done up
in chintz
(myself and my
deathbed)
Set the radio to
Frank Sinatra
Pour a tumbler
of scotch and
swallow the
pills
the only thing
missing is my
coffin
Who knew, then
I would have to
***** crawl on
my elbows toward
a not so well appointed
toilet?
Not at all ready
for my close-up
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 7:10 PM UTC
Inwardly I am regal,
like a satin swathed
silent film star
starry eyed
rain on my bed
no more stars
stricken by my
weather
inside
My teeth shall remain
lodged in my formerly
pretty face
It's all done up
in chintz
(myself and my
deathbed)
Set the radio to
Frank Sinatra
Pour a tumbler
of scotch and
swallow the
pills
the only thing
missing is my
coffin
Who knew, then
I would have to
***** crawl on
my elbows toward
a not so well appointed
toilet?
Not at all ready
for my close-up
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