Klark KentA Poem by Jacky BonesChamber thrust and you bustLove is free and I feel pretty... pretty damn selfish Selling you the story I sold myself today we call in sick Sickity Sickity SIck pour another drink Tell me what you think Tickity tickity TICK My internal clocks got a bag of rocks of crack and other things that brake hearts We're waist to waisted fast paisted We brase ourself for reactions retractions, green eggs & ham believe me I've got ceiling tiles as floor mats and dinner plans ballroom flowers, plotted plants scooby snacks, hero tracks that run around me but the silver screen is made of spider green palm trees grow in my hands but they smell of blood that stained your gun I'm just the pin and your my trigger Your my hitman baby I lie to my day dreams like you stare down the scope You loved your crosshair I love it when we'd cross And you'd let down your long dark hair Beauty is in the eye of the beholder but my eyes hold no beauty these arms hold no longer "Now its time to sleep" © 2009 Jacky BonesAuthor's Note
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