Gums And Tongues
Out, fry of lechery?
If you insist
But I'm only 'out'
Far out!
That pointing dagger?
Deal with it
Begone, spawn of venery!
I'm staying here
But the feeling is gone
Like, gone, man!
Gone in the freaking wind, what am i to do now that all hope and feeling is gone
Contributors: | Apsley, F, Beefy, Anon.. |
Poem finished: | 7th January 2004 by F. |