Jump Boot's
Gonna die with my jump boot's on.
Tie em tight cus it's gonna be a long day.
Through the grotesque, abstract death and dismay.
the distraught eye's wide open blood on the floor.
Me and my jump boot's walk through the door.
Zip, strap, tie, with my jump boot's on I'm gonna die.
The mile's we've walked and the **** stepped in.
Walking through all man's sin's.
Blood, gut's, vomit, and spit.
Cracked sole's with leather split.
Gonna die with my jump boot's on.
Frost 2016
Copyright © Terry Frost | Year Posted 2016
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