i lace up the dead man's shoes......
tap-dancing in it, i sang the blues
the fear in angels rouses the impatience in fools
the performance took home an eardrum full of boos
did all the don'ts i shouldn't do.....
buh the Labrador eventually caught the freebie i threw
unyielding, all knocks but the door adamantly opens for few
hinges creaks smoothly, oiled and new
the smelly shit is bull's......
envious green swamp drowns ma cool
by the second gulp, i'm full....
idleness dozing its way into sharpening the devil's tool
i drool.....
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