UNTITLED
Don't let it find you
the light that quiets before
the dance is over
let that spotlight swing
to the nearest cad
who doesn't know he's been had
open up the gates
that guard your ancient virtue
find the blues
in blue
only saints will save you now
so bring your bucket
to the nearest cow
and milk that fucker
till she's black and blue
well I'm still true.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
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