Sep 28th 2008 08:21 pm Instead
What if I were so well read
If you cut me it’d be ink I bled
And I could weave, thread by thread
Theories to let me mentally shred
Every last last bit of dread
I was ever sold or fed
And all the shit I’ve thought and said
Turned to fertilizer for my head
Posted by admin / Joshua Mapp Weiss and Poetry and Uncategorized