Hemlock Taken
Hemlock Taken
Hemlock Taken
Socrates in Prison making mention of the time passing “the time is passing” eye
am Socrates
The maid forgot to clean my cell again the kitchen sent the hard old rolls again
and the water bowl is fetid eye can not wet my weinersnitzel properly the boy is
never with me now the boy is absent from me the boy is not so close beside me
eye miss the sex with boy “the time is passing” eye am Socrates in prison
making mention of the shadow on the farther wall it seems to be an ANGEL three
feet tall the shadow on the nearer wall is only me
Eye miss the homosexual sex the things he does to make me bleed eye miss
the way he wants to kiss the places and the parts of me
“time is passing” eye am Socrates in prison the rags they gave me to use for
clothing have long since worried themselves to loathing they can not be worn to
any ball or dance party now
“the time is passing” eye am Socrates in prison
The food is leering the wine is made of lead
Bring me the hemlock Socrates is dead.
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