Monday, September 6, 2010

As soon as I shoot
one trouble down
the other frowns
and rears its head
to gauge
what's left in me
I take out a knife
and slice this one's head
but a third one says
'hey remember me?'

How can I forget?
you
my well fed pets
I live for thee
I thrive on ye
even as you feed
on the wasted
dissipated me..


copyright*budhaaah*

2 comments:

  1. Them of my tribe eat trouble so we can fart better.

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  2. You are incorrigible Mark..you made me laugh

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