Another One
Where is my soul did
I sell it for an endless
thrist I must find my
off-switch the problem
is my greed my glass
must always be full and
my lips never dry my
heart only pumps JD
keeps me on a smooth
search for late night passions
who cares when my beds
never empty a life of casauls
is good for numbers but my heart
is absent of love so pour me
another one
Copyright © Richard Tarr | Year Posted 2012
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