I smell decay in the rays of the sun
the light stinks
like some I can't mention.
I have become numb to the
death of this star.
Remember Supercar?
Troy Tempest?
I messed with him once a
long time ago
on a Saturday morning
matinee show.
The Bowery boys on the
East side of poise making
such noise,
all in decay
fading away
like me.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 2:50 PM UTC
I smell decay in the rays of the sun
the light stinks
like some I can't mention.
I have become numb to the
death of this star.
Remember Supercar?
Troy Tempest?
I messed with him once a
long time ago
on a Saturday morning
matinee show.
The Bowery boys on the
East side of poise making
such noise,
all in decay
fading away
like me.
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