Withered While Looking Sharp

the skin on this gun, shedding

oh mother abide with me

each thought regretting

if only


she is so stern

falling asleep to propaganda

frozen and derelict

my apologies for dying


she’s seen a peck of trouble

been rolling about

with the wife hunting me down

it aint any later than usual


no matter how much doubt

I still desire her filigree

been reading all day

I wish I’d want sodomy


father has not forsaken me

and yet He has

modern warfare and digital calamities

not made for small town life


I want her hair

in my mouth

in exchange

for this sour milk

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