How Nice
A Woman Pours her
tears into my hands
Begs me to help her die
Another clutches my arm
to her breast
Milking hope from my fingers
I cry for them - for me
You make decisions in your
sunny office
Your nails polished -suit pressed
Appropriatly paid in your
last check
posted by Ken Bradstock @ 18:35
4 Comments
4 Comments:
everybody has a price ....
I miss you too, woundedhealer.
As the decrepit rocker sits idle every hump day , I feel that agape love , flunkie .
p.s. please put more time into your blogging , for some it's our only connection to your brilliant yet fickle brain .
I wish you could have heard me laugh. Will do. It'll be good for me.
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