kick to the chest
blah blah written in
stone on his grave
they buried him in a
sleeping bag
stuck him in the dirt
when he was alive
he drank warm whiskey-
a shot before every
road-trip
honkytonk
bars on his breath
wild women gathered
around his handsome lips
he cracked open
hearts all over the place
till finally
he pissed off the wrong barmaid
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
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7 comments:
haha...very entertaining!
And good riddance! Ha!
well, you surprised me with that entertaining piece, and it kept my attention. good work.
rofl
You've gotta love that one :D
Great poem Holly. A good example of how we reap what we sow. Scary piece. Reminds me of a David Lynch movie.
bang outstanding ending!
Awesome work, Holly. Freaking awesome to the nth degree!! I love the story and the voice. The ending is perfect. The use of language is great. I love it!!
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