Loose
on the loose n forced to choose,
which side of torment to bemuse,
the gander might get his goose,
but solo i am flying?
no not afraid of dying,
just footloose,
i aint denying,
two thoughts together vieing,
obtuse...
re:"Completely Decay"
Laura Breidenthal
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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