Notice of absence from Alex PB
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.
My guts are tied,
My guts are tried,
My liver is drunk,
Brain is on vacation,
My kidneys divorced,
Lungs on heart support,
Eyes red, squashed out,
Lips filled with tears,
Tongue bitten blue,
The heart has the beat of dust,
The blood has turned to rust.
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Author:
APB (Pseudonym) (
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