Tuesday, May 12, 2009

thanks david.

you've grown up so well
so strong and cool and right
a wild stallion at the volume of its life
now it's time to grow your hair like a vagabond
pack your clothes
put on a pack and roll
and get out
get out
get out
before the walls close in and they put you at a desk
tie your boots and cut yourself loose
the road is your rest, fiend!
get out
get out
before they tied you up
get out

she was a fine line girly girl with giggly golden curls and a tongue to match the nectar of her thighs

i walked her to her car where she lit a small cigar and blew the cherry smoke into my face
next thing i knew i held her shoes and some booze, her stockings wrapped loosely 'round my neck

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