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Seventy Days on the Sunny Side of the Darkness
Just call out
At the someone
Standing far above
With a shotgun
One ounce slugs
Ready to enter
Thy blessed skull
My dear, my darling
May death be our oasis
Sweetly in morning time
With all our vices arrested
Standing trial at the gallows
Where we first met
The sun rose over corpses
They all deserved it
I am quite sure of it
Why should I question?
I'm only a shell
Here merely to stumble a drunk
Sometimes to push my lovely luck
And perhaps touch a pair of breasts
But only if she smiles
And has black or blue nail polish.
At the someone
Standing far above
With a shotgun
One ounce slugs
Ready to enter
Thy blessed skull
My dear, my darling
May death be our oasis
Sweetly in morning time
With all our vices arrested
Standing trial at the gallows
Where we first met
The sun rose over corpses
They all deserved it
I am quite sure of it
Why should I question?
I'm only a shell
Here merely to stumble a drunk
Sometimes to push my lovely luck
And perhaps touch a pair of breasts
But only if she smiles
And has black or blue nail polish.
Published 10th Aug 2018
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10th Aug 2018 11:32am
12th Aug 2018 10:14am
No particular reason really, just a bit of humor, I just sort of spit this poem out and really didn't edit it.
~anonshadow
~anonshadow
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- Edited 27th Dec 2019 12:45pm
11th Aug 2018 2:18pm
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12th Aug 2018 10:16am
Glad you liked it, it does sort of have a psychedelic feel doesn't it? Thanks for the read and kind words,
~anonshadow
~anonshadow
12th Aug 2018 10:16am
Glad you liked it, it does sort of have a psychedelic feel doesn't it? Thanks for the read and kind words,
~anonshadow
~anonshadow
