RIDING A DYING DONKEY

Like a promise of a junkie
Shot down in golden flames
When you ride a dying donkey
You´ll always miss the train
Distance killed the headlights
Now everything´s unclear
The darkest edge of twilight
Just did not disappear
Wouldn´t say it´s safer
By any rules or laws
To lick syrup from the sabre
Than honey from the sword
It´s like a soup so chunky
With far too many chefs
Get off your dying donkey
And leave the town instead

©MakomaPB ®Copyrights Reserved