Painting Picture Perfect

A Road Less Travelled Is An Experience Unknown. Brushing Through The Lushes Of Green, The Spread Of Flora Scent Drifts Past Across My Cheeks. A Trickling Stream Of Blass, Filling Itself In A Glass. Not Too Salty, Not Too Hot, Taking Each Step UnExplored. A Little Too Sour, Adding Sugar By The Hour. I Paint My Picture Red Blue Black And White, Now I Will Begin To Write.....

Wednesday, June 22

Be Early When She Calls...

Trampling across the room;
Furious, very furious
Lying in the corner, a pan and broom
Dusty, still dusty
No sign of life, just the fat flies near the pie.
Delicious, not at all delicious
Where is my dog? Where has he gone?
Rusty! Oh Rusty!

Kicked the door open, still the smell of Ralph Lauren
Messy? not messy
She asked me to come back for cake
I was just an hour late
A short note lied on our bed,
Dont tell me she is dead.
Must be from the kidnapper,
Where has he taken my girl?

"I cant wait any longer,
Had to be done sooner or later.
Run away, I must run away
Do not look for me,
Precious, no longer your precious"

posted by Dough-Boy @ 17:59