SAY AGAIN?
Aloft the
rather brittle wobbly trade
the merchant of the crafty breed sopped
treasures meant for the --
worms to mourn after.
The ghastly blubber of your small clock...
bashed into pieces, rocked in steady charis and laughed at by innocent Mary's at the Jerry's cherry field.
Blood on the loose, still at large.
Who's struck with guilt and vindication?
In the end of a mortal immortality?
BUT HEY IT's JUST ALL IN MY HEAD.
SLAP ME......OR BETTER NOT......FOOL.
rather brittle wobbly trade
the merchant of the crafty breed sopped
treasures meant for the --
worms to mourn after.
The ghastly blubber of your small clock...
bashed into pieces, rocked in steady charis and laughed at by innocent Mary's at the Jerry's cherry field.
Blood on the loose, still at large.
Who's struck with guilt and vindication?
In the end of a mortal immortality?
BUT HEY IT's JUST ALL IN MY HEAD.
SLAP ME......OR BETTER NOT......FOOL.
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