Be not surprised it’s over reisling
I’m whistling over the keys clicklings
I would say I kiss you goodbye but each memory is hello
As of course my afternoon gets mellow
I’m told beware I’m not my obsticles greasings

I dreamt many times of how you’d return
Oh sure I can talk instead of burn
But integrity! I said!
It’d be for you instead
And you’d think I’d have learned

Dumb is the same expecting change
Holiday under the gunnery range
As if you’re not already chosen
Don’t mean you’ve to remain frozen
But the dog of our days has mange

Call when you think I’m not the asshole
Maybe your diet will allow casserole
Shit, maybe I can afford a salad
Give up it all again for your valid
We’ll escape to boat drinks & posole

By Starman Jones

Everything and Nothing interests me. I cook read, write and even have to clean. I SHOULD NOTE: I'm 40 something.

2 replies on “Zestier”

Broken hearts are hard, n’est pas?
I’ve been there. Not in the same way, but we’ve all been in the same territory.
Welcome to the island of misfit toys. Or something. oxoo

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