Ba-bum,kaching The streets and dagoes I knew well But now I'm fallen and you spritz me with curlicue silences and regal me with stories I don't care about. I am a bouncing check to you until i steal a line and make a joke then all is forgiven. To me you are ipecac, fool's gold, poison sumac. An 80 year old pussy, rotting in the grave. A sea craeture, millions of years old and living in a vacuum. And end to everything: the end of time, the end of hope. "No more misery!" I say, but a unique situation as always calls for endless lies to myself. When are you gone? When I crash my car & die & you come to the funeral in your black velvet dress baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Reason for writing:
A girl at Fredonia (NY) State. And all the other crap, of course.
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