Friday, May 9, 2014

#Strong сильний















Nervish dervish
Vigorously fervish
Put those logs through the grill
My body is a furnace

My eyelids are accordians
They play painful polkas
Behind them sullen children
Threaten with supersoakers

My skin is seethrough
And the blood that I am filled with
Is made of cheap wine and quality time
and rhymes about miracle pills.