"Staring At A Wall"
Knock out the walls.
Slide down the fun halls.
After all we don't belong anywhere after all might be-
said and done.
Never from the rose petals of the sun.
Not from anyone's gun.
Life is as light as a feather, yet weighs a ton.
Everything is left unsung and never well done.
In the heaven of hell.
When all is there to tell.
Where I fell.
Into a wishing well.
Remember???...
Believe me, it gets hot.
Do we just rot?
I swear not.
But I live high on the pot.
Full of constipated crappy diarrhea.
Yours Forever
And Never
Jon Billet
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