| “You’re just a hermit,”
The ghost of whimsy said,
“No matter how you cut it.”
Then she disappeared in smoke,
“What would you have,”
I replied as I sharpened my knife,
“When talk about drugs and mayhem is already so cheap,
Shall I tell another wretched lie?”
rcs.
Current draft: 3/30/2010
Created on 3/28/2010 10:53 AM |
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Abandon hope, all ye who enter here! (At least put on your socks and pants.)