Forgotten Consequence
By CarlIVPoetry
Shivering under a wet blanket of pity In need of truth inside an overwhelming false skidding on an empty road traveling side to side, fearing a ride of glide Wonder in a blender, mixing the fix alcohol on a rise, quarter-full stomach of sick Bitchs' legs in drag Forty-year old breasts in sag Text messages and ringing for sex Each manhoods subtle size to the next quivering thoughts lonely to being just one whores' money touches greedy in need making mistakes, taking the clues turning heads... fact of the matter, I've done wrong... So wrong. Written March 8th, 2002 © on Mar 08 2002 01:53 PM PST 0 • 1
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"Shivering under a wet blanket of pity..."