02/07/11
You Can Choose Your Friends, But...
he spreads across the armchair
like a water-filled balloon
his vest torn and stained with food
marks that look weeks or months old
the ragged growth of beard makes
maps upon his red raw face
and he tells me why the world
nowadays has gone to hell
like a water-filled balloon
his vest torn and stained with food
marks that look weeks or months old
the ragged growth of beard makes
maps upon his red raw face
and he tells me why the world
nowadays has gone to hell
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