Oh, Dear

The smoke in each and every room.

Filled the lamp shade groove.

The pull chain hung from all the dung making pity few.

This piss ran down, the yellow hew, was more than most could do.

But all of this was left for bliss until they didst meet you. 

I saw the scour you doth brow, the dark, the envy, two.

A single man, dust run about the needles stabbing spear.

The drug of choice, drove most to joke, but you didst see me clear.

The reflection of the mirror, the liquid dripped with fear.

No gold trim, it was a rim, of ass holes and the rue.

I still see this, I still see that

the rudeness and the sneer.

Older men, without a den, would often do the Dance.

Put you into, a very deep, a dark and lurid trance.

Relax yourself, for sake they'll delve, deep into you past.

Searching for, every door, you used to bring you here.

Late or plate, I 'd rather choose the break I think it was sincere,

"Oh, Dear"

K.A.P.

5/3/2009