My Secret Hoard
My Secret Hoard
Carefully hidden at the back of the draw
Be careful, quiet, just the watch the door
I’m done if they catch me, but careful I’ll be
The zombies search well for something to see
Caught no mercy judged jailed I’ll go
A fool, evil man condemned I know
No razor sharp blade left there to cut
Or blue black dark pistol seven rounds in butt
No Street drugs guiding a willing mind astray
Or ghastly child pictures images secreted away
No, not all their running dogs running with all best scents
Will discover my treasured old light bulbs with old filaments!
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