There are cobwebs
In my brain
I shall never
Be the same
Put a bag
On my head
And shoot me, please
Full of lead.
This here poem
Is a recital
That is why
It is untitled.
There are cobwebs
In my brain
I shall never
Be the same
Put a bag
On my head
And shoot me, please
Full of lead.
This here poem
Is a recital
That is why
It is untitled.