Treasure Island

Jamie Dewyer


Course


of course you hate this shitty thread
these bones that poke thru vents
these meager meals filled with steel
these scars laid on my head
of course you ate my new tattoo
the blood was ripe and funny
thats the laugh that spells your doom
the rot inside your tummy
of course you hate the ballot poll, me,
i voted for nixon
of course you hate those red ballons
they remind you of your mother


like i said
i promise i'll stop stealing your thoughts
if you buy me something really expensive

Submitted: Sunday, January 07, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, December 21, 2010
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