Dilapidated Old Detective
Rain slapping me in the face as i contiued to cross the street...
Hardest the pain from slaps of rain, excruciating jolts thru down to my legs.
I pray to the almighty God-stop this pain, Relief cannot overcome
such suffering, no matter how much i ask or beg.My red Volvo seems as miles
as the rain is relentless and does not seem to want to give up or in.This skin
which is a whitened thin wrinkled of a prunish olden dog.
Wind is made up of icy daggers to skin originating from this one individual's
genetic of make-up, or cold icy personna.This ancient dinasaur'd body is filled up
with a hoarse raspy id.Of this to you i surely
do not kid.A gumshoe detective is bent by nature's affronts.Time well spent
wasted to years of hard booze-makes for a lost life of respect and loved by any to
lose.These doggs are overly heated and like a giant annaconda needs to be
released and free to shed it's old dilapidated old skin.Lest ye quits-No longer'd
may sin.I am not a detective who is not at all respected or very much thoughtful
reflective.
Copyright © Michael Gale | Year Posted 2006
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