14 September 2009

ballad of waterhead


he got a no name
he got a bunk prize
he got a skin rattle
he got a chin chuckle
he got a never limb
he got a breath waiver
he got a club nub
he got a paper bag

but end up
all he got was swell right up
and lay out to die
in a ray of grey light
from a vaccine sky

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