Vodka and milk

sevensinssevensins Posts: 887
edited April 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
The parts of my you think you've seen,
are just the parts I've already given up
A look of satifaction,
curiously displayed on my eyes,
wile they just sit there in there holes
The world that you see,
is just the currtain wrapped around your home
where instead of smiles,
you find reaons to go
You'd rather see your brother alive,
then spend his money now that he's died
And you drink it all day, you eating his shit
just to be quiet, when the days end there spin
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