Monday, March 27, 2006

Eat your kids out, Fransisco de Goya


no words are needed
for this pain
when the shit hits the fan
you know when,

I'm the last of the babies after WWII
WWII, that's the one we didn't lose
Iwas raised on biscuits and powdered eggs
Di Maggio's baseball and Marilyn's legs
I'm the last of the drifters

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