Monday, August 17, 2009

suicide clown



























Get up, my hair like a dog,
Roll over,
I've slept through another job.
My mother was 123.
My father, 456.
They didn't expect me
To get away.
I've learned another trick.
Who owns the sofa?
Circle around the block.

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