you try.A Poem by Boyd Johnson
This Is A Sickness. I figured out That I had to piss, That hard way. This Is A Disease. Its eating Gnawing at me I don’t want to say It But dancing around it Is so much fun. Isn’t it? Enjoy my carnival. See if you can make them stop. See If you Can make them shut up. If you know a better way. This is what kills me. This is how I live. This is how I work. Watch. Its gonna have a killer ending. © 2008 Boyd JohnsonReviews
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3 Reviews Added on May 20, 2008 AuthorBoyd Johnsonthe great and oft forgotten north of nyc. poughkeepsie., NYAbouta freak. an outlaw. a hot piece. -j.m. a hometown boy who loves the hudson, his drink, and his hat. hiding under the train tracks, with a bottle of irish moonshine, toasting to it slipping thro.. more..Writing
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