Free verse № 118008
Johnny football painter
SO what if she can argue better Johnny,
we got the fire in our fuckin brains
your distance is part of the tremulant
nothing more than a shame
SO what if you hurt now Johnny,
we put a brain in your ass
It's there to make you wonder
about the bad things you'll pass
You see, were all one tremendous passage
dark and carnivorous
and the sheep that roam freely
just feed on your willingness
You're a hero to them Johnny
A hero to fame
and if I really was the one you loved
I'd be irreparably insane
3 comments
irreparably
and, what the hell, tremulant... I like the word - I don't like it there. Maybe if I knew your work better I could more easily accept the reach of it.
It has a nice feel/flavor to it overall, though.
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