Slapping the Witch At Midnight
it loves me
it loves me not
this ball of id and fiery snot
bleet bleet bleet
the runt of life
this shallow sheep
stomping Gossomer mice.
Eating shadows keeping score
a sagging Teet
a dripping bore.
The game is up, the pinball tilts
this tired game of slag and silt.
It loves me
It loves me not
this ball of id and fiery snot.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2011
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