The Gobbledoth II

I’m stuck out here, no sign of life
This car they sold me broken
With dying of sun’s last light
I remember about tales spoken

No moon tonight, stars they hid
So dark I feel I’m down in Hell
No sound to hear, all’s deathly silent
This is not good, I could tell

Round and round my mind was racing
I remembered all the things I heard
Ready to pray to any god that’d listen
When something in the bushes stirred

My nose assailed, this smell most awful
Like walking death had come for me
There was only one course of action
Towards the river I did flee

The water was cold and flowing fast
Be miles away when I’ll touch the shore
Never again will I come this way
Tis the truth, I know the score
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Posted: Nov 2017

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