Shit burns down my throat
Red coat of rain
Red rum, down a sewer drain
Stinks of piss and muck
Feet stuck to the earth
The Earth stuck to the waste
No place in space to run
On a roundabout
How about a break?
How about a vacation?
I've earned the relaxation
Taxes and this nation and this state of affairs have whittled me down
Into a spear
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Julian Mitchell
Storyteller looking to share stories about the macabre, the vibrant, and the unknown. Thank you in advance!
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