Sunday, January 26, 2014

Move Along

Here I am dying
What an ass
A slow boiling egg
Ready for the pig

Could I express, exhasperate
Point out, point in
Shred my ego 
And find some kind of empty
Excuse
Write it!

No, no, no
NO
The words did come once
But now
We'll now sir I pout 
Like a coward
Watching the last plane 
Leave with my love

Let's wrap this up boys