Saturday, 12 December 2015

There's a Black Spot There

There's a black spot there
On your soul, man
As in rot or even
I E mildew
It's starting to smell
Your soul that is
It irritates the senses
My sensory machinery
Is unhappy and
And you've leaked some
Over all over
It's lying there trembling
A puddle on the floor
Clean up your soul, darling
Clean up your face
Place of
Grab some respect and stop your
And that black spot won't come out
I know and, erragh, I know
Mine too is
Long lasting
Tarnish though
And not gangrene -ish
Like yours
And leaking there
Out and onto
The upholstery