Six Feet (Two Shy)
Are you shittin' me?Fingers sift herbal madness
My head spins on music notes
Anybody gotta straw?
-aw, cramp.-
Vision sways to tempo, wilting laugh
Can you hear the crickets? the rain softy falling?
Fingers twisting to the rhythm of nature?
Hold your breath, I gotta fart
"Oh I thought I was really s'posed to hold my breath"
{sniff sniff} ah hell.
"My next line is gonna say something about"
"No it will give it away that it's me"
"Should we continue this?
I don't care, do you?
That sucks, that was the perfect line to end it on.
Why'd you do that?
Boobies.
Poetry by eight-feet ii
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Written on 2005-09-18 at 16:03
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