If I flicked my last penny into a wishing well
Made a wish for a good man to walk my way
He would smile at me with morphine lips
That could kiss sweet addiction into my hips
His hands would...
I can stand outside with the best of them
Pissing alongside our weed eating devises
Pissing on the green we hate so much we
Power it down
like urinating brown chunky
Mowing Diaries - delicate care
"Write joyful poems!" my Muse cried to me.
Let me count the reasons, perhaps there are three,
My Buddy Hollyby
My Burning Rageby
My true loveby
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