put a cap gun to your head and SQUEEZE
pulp comes flying out
i shit on the scales of justice
tipped it o'er
how hard it would be to strangle a swan
with large hands interlocked?
smile the inappropriate smile to shock
hit the bong to sing that song
throwing away the only key
forgetting first to lock
forgetting how to sing the song
forgetting how to tie my shoes
to turn back hands on wretched clocks
Obiwon,
I'm glad someone is posting poems here again.
Peter