A torture-soul speaks in riddles
And drinks with a smile
As another piddles.
The fat lady’s drunk
& On the fiddle
My six-fingered friend.
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Author:
Mutt Black (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 13th, 2018 01:25
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