Friday, January 22, 2016

A Hot Sun's Rum

"A Hot Sun's Rum"       



A sun is full of hot rum.

The world is on the run.

I watch from up above.

For my fun.

Some fuc*** just shot me with his gun.



I can't see my shadow reflecting.

But I may be speculating.

In somebody else's dream, made up last month.

My shadow took a 10 foot fall.

Outside The Wailing Wall.

I'm not dead, but 12 dozen feet small.


Don't want to come back here anymore.

I am not sure what's in store.

So I won't go knocking at your door.

To your hallway's floor.

Life is really a bore.


Love Jon Billets'


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