Realities

Rabit TrixPocket clicksThe change rattlesAs I hock my spitPain and gritMakes a stainThey throw thier fitsAs I sift through grainI lift from pain no shameI cameFrom reign to the rainsNo shameing thingsChains and chainsThat break againThe metal springsBreaks these linksI'm lipping thingsAs the curtain slingsEnd of the showNo more drinksThe winds will blowDrips in the … Continue reading Realities