If you had any respect for the
dead
you'll move that bicycle frame to you
new man's
cave.
It carried a drunk
secret-keeper, abuser excused
and again---this time symbolically---
abused excused.
Whenever memories turn
tender steak pink sparkling wine on
past new year's when
I
was prisoner and
you were
pouting,
Whenever that happens I think
"these nightshades, I don't want
them anymore".
My genetic worries---here age
acts as a (cross your fingers!) Savior---
thank goodness he wasn't sheltered
I-am-guessing
I-am-hoping
I-am-praying
As an athiest, why am I praying?
Or is that genetic too?
Some with constant dosages of
mulled-fermented and
needing breathmints and
restlessness when the
pew wood is seeping.
He won't come with me,
at least I'm
judgement shielded.
These Sundays are respectful,
anyway.
dead
you'll move that bicycle frame to you
new man's
cave.
It carried a drunk
secret-keeper, abuser excused
and again---this time symbolically---
abused excused.
Whenever memories turn
tender steak pink sparkling wine on
past new year's when
I
was prisoner and
you were
pouting,
Whenever that happens I think
"these nightshades, I don't want
them anymore".
My genetic worries---here age
acts as a (cross your fingers!) Savior---
thank goodness he wasn't sheltered
I-am-guessing
I-am-hoping
I-am-praying
As an athiest, why am I praying?
Or is that genetic too?
Some with constant dosages of
mulled-fermented and
needing breathmints and
restlessness when the
pew wood is seeping.
He won't come with me,
at least I'm
judgement shielded.
These Sundays are respectful,
anyway.
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