Painting your car with your brain matterA Poem by Rob FunkThey shall never know, Life to me has been one big blow, The light at the end of the tunnel, To me that light, Is a muzzle flash, To end this fight, Please clean the brains off my dash, When you sell my jeep, I hope you get some good cash, Life is cheap, And now for me, Eternal sleep. © 2013 Rob Funk |
StatsAuthorRob FunkUnited States, PAAboutMostly I write to Heal, however futile the effort proves. more..Writing
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