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It Ain't Heaven, It's Just Hash
Footless crow rising from a storm of bed
with green flies swallowing the dead
while life is at rest sucking on numb
because in the end, we are all spoon-fed
striking a lucifer for a shag
as zombies eat from plastic bags
moldy old banana bread
from diners, drive-ins, and dives
for it ain't Heaven, it's just hash
with green flies swallowing the dead
with green flies swallowing the dead
while life is at rest sucking on numb
because in the end, we are all spoon-fed
striking a lucifer for a shag
as zombies eat from plastic bags
moldy old banana bread
from diners, drive-ins, and dives
for it ain't Heaven, it's just hash
with green flies swallowing the dead
Published 15th Jan 2023
| Edited 16th Jan 2023
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Anonymous
16th Jan 2023 9:43am
Hilarious.
It's strange, after I read your poem about a blind pig, I started getting ads on my Google search for pig kitchen utensils. I had no idea how influential your writing is. Wow.
It's strange, after I read your poem about a blind pig, I started getting ads on my Google search for pig kitchen utensils. I had no idea how influential your writing is. Wow.
16th Jan 2023 1:57pm
