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April 26, 2005

You Too

The sax plays
And I crush my cigarette
Gingerly, in fond memories
As a shadow of a smile
Slides across my face.
Flashbacks hit me
In epileptic seizures
Ending up in oral sex
With a bottle of Lite.
My pinball machine
Misses me.
You love wenches
And I love trollops
Who aren't ready for
Commitment
Yet end up with a lover.
And like an asshole
I forgive only you.

Posted by BlueWolf on April 26, 2005 11:27 PM