Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Push my fucking buttons

Somebody thrived on the cusp of town.
Posted placard on the empty hovel.
Nobody lived as the autonomous night shone.
Solicitude attracted Somebody to the door, grasped shovel
To haul out the dead weight to the mind's eye.
Nobody was littered with fiendish marks,
Her home was closed and Somebody's lie,
Lying awake, thoughts run thin to a coarse bark.
Awkward flutter, stagnant opinion
The wishy washy verdict holds true in Somebody's lips.
Halfway there is better than nothing
Nobody is hard to get rid of, somebody is along for the ride in awkward pursuit,
I bet you've never seen a pig fly.

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