Thanks For Asking

Thanks For Asking

A 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 Run


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Written On The Run
I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream.

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These 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..

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