The lonely cave, I often find myself locked away. I take peace in its hideaway. The comforting chill of the rocks-the thinking dark in the atmosphere...
Was that the wind or a fart?I couldn't have known, thought it a shartTo the bathroom, I walk and swayPraying to the Gods, the poops awayStall doors sh..
Trapped and confined under dense iron chainsthey clatter and bangthe resonance of their echoes seem to be my only friendsmy stringent, masochistic fri..
The stowaway made quite the effort to keep his cool, seemingly petrified from the events that unfolded. He not dare to make his whereabouts known to t..