19 May 2014

White Lightning

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Those hard junk faces

Wrinkled dead like burst balloons

Scary in their pit bull nightmares

Full of toothless bite and spit

Weeping from excess of white lightning

Zap ‘em straight to the fucking brain pan

Rattle their medulla oblongata

The alky villains who stole my clothes

Looked just like you do

Lonesome, confused

And in search of a mother

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