To Each Their Own: I Can Only Suppose
The Ferris Wheel
Is the cheapest of thrills:
I've a preference
For fast living
And an early grave;
- Heroin, cocaine,
and very-very,
very trashy ladies.
I'm lying once again
Of course:
I prefer the company of men;
Women are like vanishing shadows
Behind rolling hills...
...There's always something
Being hidden by the horizon
As it sinks away - And then suddenly - It spills...
...Ah great!
Just great!
I really wish I could swear right now:
Some stupid drunk chick
Just spilt her mix drink
All over my [Expletive Deleted]
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Copyright © Dialectic Crisis | Year Posted 2016
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