effigy

2013-04-15 | 12:47 p.m.

Punched in the fin de siecle
Give me all your money
Give me all your clothes
Line miles of eyes or mouths
Unanimous slap/one blow
For all the kicks to my teeth
And all the bites I bite
To the bottom of your heel
Tasting iron and salt and
God, if lucks could kill
I will have you know
But I want you now
And five ten more other cells
Bragging and braying hot
Like who cares
Who cares
It's just hell.

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