Tilt Poor Infant
I refuse, refuse to weaken my will, adhered here to glue to these = neglected sheets, stranded on, abandoned on my own two feet, tenants of = occupants of indifferent streets. Oh poor infant, you only took an = instant, but now you're soaking in it, you're in for quite a ride, my = poor little flopping on the griddle, still bloody in the middle. = Conjuring, coaxing out my bravest face, suffer through, carreen through = rooms of tired eyes, whining high, like an engine fed on spite, too much = to take, too much luck, I dump the clutch every time. Through the womb, = into this mess with me, it was no accident I had to have some company, = through the membrane out you came, reluctantly sure, I bore you = selflessly, but I had to have some company, company, company, company. Submitted by: Mel
