by Spartacus2012Biloxi, Mississippi, USA
Mar 2015 947 Views 3 comments
Chronic Insomniac
I gave it all up
every time
as long
as it was next week...
So surreal
the more I did
the more I laughed
out of context...
Escaping reality
so harder
to cope
when it was re-imagined..
Then I imagined
all the bill collectors
as little
voodoo dolls..
They all
had needles
in their mouths
But, I don't care,
I'm holding
the dagger..HaHaHaha!
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Posted: Mar 2015
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Comments (3)
Live, love and laugh!
Ken
The mind races waiting to pass under sleep's dark and silent gate..Thanks!
Ken