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drip driven

Given into the signs
A model chase for the rushed inane
Festooned thoughts thawed
Cover empty alibis
I don't care for the goodness you've shown
I said
I wanna go home.

Plating a canned love
For the crowd fools long
Jack arm wants no one except gun hand
Who itches for trigger
In this bullet town
I don't care how your flesh quakes and groans
I said
I wanna go home

Moho shakedown
Tablet zone, infirm trial.
Torrid blasts howl
Foul breath into these lungs of mine
I don't care how high the weeds have grown
I said
I wanna go home

Radios at the ready sir
Bleeders at the ready sir
Whipping in at the ready sir
Skinners at the ready sir
I don't care whose business is known
I said
I wanna go home
 
 
 
© 2012 andrew plummer
 
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