The Son of the last of a long line of thinkers. (delascabezas) wrote,
The Son of the last of a long line of thinkers.
delascabezas

from ecclectica.cjb.net @ 2/11/2002 10:17:19 AM

I am a corpse for another day
all of it has gone away
along with cares
that no longer matter
bury me beside seven stolen roofing ladders
if for some reason I do not return
in hell my remains will burn
and all the love for me you never felt
will be once again shuffled and then redelt
although my shoes stink like cheese
to you that is all I have to leave
this is my will
the way I want it to be
so be sure to read this
should something ever happen to be
yes these are my wishes
my last plea
before the family begins to fight over me
I have no silver
I have no gold
but to you,I'll leave all the lies I've told
and don't forget the broken dreams I sold
look down at the pawn shop
its really quite near
I bet you wish now I would have just bought you a beer.
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