Slime and Grime
5/23/17
Put you to sleep
And six feet deep
Instead of turning the other cheek
Toss you in a box of pine
Where the light never shines
Meanwhile, close by masses pray at a shrine
Every Sunday at nine
Eating a cracker and taking a drink of wine
As the planets occasionally align
Since far before the dawn of mankind
Swinging down from a vine
To put 'em in a bind
And choke another out with garrote instead of twine
Then cover it up with lime
Thinking like Einstein
Drawing a fine line
Among simple or intricate patterns and designs
I'm drenched in slime
And so much grime
Yet still on the climb
All the time
Will look you in your eye
Until you die
Without saying goodbye
Birds still or in the sky
As they fly and glide
She wanted to be my Bonnie if I'd
Be her Clyde
She sent me a valentine
And kept giving me all kinds
Of signs
Saying she wanted to be mine
Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2017
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