Write!A Poem by LetemdangleThe transformation of my cousin from youth to man.I've got nothing to share, My brain is bumping up and down, I feel pissed and I know no one cares. Time long ago, cousin not my choice, Teeth unglued keys in a piano, eyes full of hope. We ventured mans sewer, smelled it's final destination. He accepted to French Foreign Legion, Disappears, for many years, Later I learn, he is called the Butcher. Today, his smile like keys in a Heitzman, Serves me burgers, one, two, three, four! © 2011 Letemdangle |
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Added on April 4, 2011 Last Updated on April 4, 2011 AuthorLetemdangleOttawa, CanadaAboutMy best achievement in life is never having killed anyone. My nickname is not to make you think I am morbid, I use it as a symbol of injustice. Let him dangle is a song about injustice from Elvis Cos.. more..Writing
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