We **** in public. We **** in public. We **** on his feet always love him. Love him when he gets the mail for a minute but we know he spent the day in Paris with a French Poodle.
Screen door screams in summer heat just calling crows to come and meet and gather for a final time to end your family and your best friend. We die in broke war running away from treason in DC nothing to say. Mikie sold worthless soul for gold to a government of filthy mold.
A mute mimicking a mime for a living set me on fire in ironies hot furnace and it melts my metal heart where it beats silent in death's fierce grip pried from God's fingers.
Never knew his wife their complex life look in her eyes her vows or lies. Guilt always bleeds into all our seeds. innocent grandson never mind the fun.
In the Hippie days American destruction by Columbia U ways C and P instruction brought us to knees beat the middle class poor take our keys USA was a flash.