He said there wasnt a bad bone in my body
So I searched through my home
For all the bad bones
And I nibbled them, quietly
sarcastically, shyly
She said there wasnt a bad bone in my body
But I knew there was one bone
The one that takes her moan
Makes her moan
Attentive, unknown
They said there wasnt a bad bone in my body
But they failed to see the cartilage
Stomach lining, entrails
Who'd seen a thousand bones more
Than just a god damned metaphor
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A Vacation to Hell
PoetryA collection of poetry written by me and inspired by my hellish life. There are hidden meanings in these, if your bored see if you can find them! Enjoy?¿ (Extra Terrestrial is my favorite)
