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Easy To Say
I need
a semi-comatose binge
light in deep
get resin-singed
shamble sloppily
starve on the fringe
in a way
making my parents cringe
snort and spit
off the grid
spare my pits
from chemist`s wits
smell natural as shit
while totally lit
find a concrete bed
somewhere hard
to split my head
a good ol`
Medieval blood-let
drenched in red
am I better yet?
hear me rejoice
in what
I`ve always missed
let brain damage
bestow
it`s gift of bliss
while hairy serpents
slither and hiss
I`m oblivious
pre-occupied
with pudding
and grits
Published 20th Mar 2014
| Edited 21st Mar 2014
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20th Mar 2014 10:27pm
Loved this up until bacon bits... :)
I have been there, still am but I have hit my head so many times I keep forgetting
I have been there, still am but I have hit my head so many times I keep forgetting
21st Mar 2014 7:16pm
I got a feeling of being in an old broken down house with the smell of rotten eggs.
There's a sense of lax to this piece.
It's a great read on lazy Sunday mornings.
There's a sense of lax to this piece.
It's a great read on lazy Sunday mornings.
