Alexthomasdavis Wisdom
I once knew a wise man
He took his last stand
On a hill
Surrounded by his lovers
On a pill
So he could rediscover
The way
That his brain worked
That day
He wore the same shirt
He had worn
Every day of his life
Collar torn
He twisted in the knife
Into his own gut
The blood
Came out in a flood
Onto the hill
It splashed across his lovers
What a kill
He wanted them to suffer
