07-23-2017, 01:25 PM
I won't play the sap for you.
Little boy came next
and behind him, the fat man.
You dug holes in the desert
searching for such stuff
as dreams are made on --
nightmares, plaster stones
and my partner's corpse
burned into your pretty skin.
Little boy came next
and behind him, the fat man.
You dug holes in the desert
searching for such stuff
as dreams are made on --
nightmares, plaster stones
and my partner's corpse
burned into your pretty skin.

