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burn
I spin on a spindle of hope
among the chaos
burn baby burn
here we go daddy'o
you've been waiting on me to rise
giving up my location
I'm out back with the fellas drinking whiskey
do not disturb
invitation only
leave your godhead at the door
the Koolaid is good
come on in
sample some down-home moonshine
you'll get drunk off the irony
I'll whittle at your anger
you'll succumb to my wiles
singing poverty to the masses
hang yourself on a telephone wire
you lied for the last time
blaming me for your exodus
I am the fire you are the flame
Published 10th Nov 2019
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10th Nov 2019 4:50am
This was the piece that you ere talking about on Burn Baby Burn, this is freaking hot.We like it the strong female stating herself, tight
10th Nov 2019 4:51am
yes you remember I shared it with you on your poem in comment I decided to post I'm happy you liked it...
love Brenda ❤
love Brenda ❤
10th Nov 2019 6:39am
I quite like this.
"hang yourself on a telephone wire
you lied for the last time
blaming me for your exodus" loved this part especially!
"hang yourself on a telephone wire
you lied for the last time
blaming me for your exodus" loved this part especially!
10th Nov 2019 4:50pm
thank you beautiful Cee Cee that came from an old nursery rhyme you know liar, liar, pants on fire hang yourself from a telephone wire... I'm happy you liked this...
love Brenda 💕
love Brenda 💕
11th Nov 2019 4:19am
