Thanks For AskingA Poem by Written On The Run
I took a piss
In S**t's Creek Then spent a year In the Devil's backseat. As he turned the radio up I ground my teeth to the beat. Through sweet fleets of bleeding sheep Cause I've been losing sleep. No more memories Just faded twitpics Or it didn't happen. Cleaning up sperm bank donations With dirty napkins. What happened? Burning pages I want to love her And just forget In this order: Sweat, Sex, Pain ;Regret. And my heart farts Cathartic beats I can't stand this s**t no more. Wash, rinse, receipt. © 2013 Written On The RunAuthor's Note
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Added on May 6, 2013 Last Updated on May 6, 2013 AuthorWritten On The RunAboutThese are all random musings. Nothing deep. I don't want to be known for anything. Reviews are welcome and will be returned in kind. - WotR more..Writing
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