Wednesday, January 22, 2014

2.994 : 1/22/08 : Without Reservation

Underneath I crave a raving
Chance to feel my rage
without reserve regret
or reservation
I know it’s bad, stupid, mad
to want to turn that page
tune in that station
fantasies of mayhem
fantasies of blood
haven’t I crossed enough lines
rolled in enough mud
been a john a thief
an addict
bad jones bad head
bad faith
bad dick
maybe it was all for rage
without reservation
better start to act my age
accept my situation

what

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