Friday, 26 May 2017

the dealer

hear the voices
spread the word
the dealer she knows
how to yearn a web of deceit
corrupt, intangible, unadulterated
she makes you want it more and more
until you burst at the seams
all of it in the middle
why whisper when you can wreak havoc
why yell when you can indulge
why why why tell me more please
the driven snow, the white marsh
goes to the plantation
of a given dusk game of Prussian roulette
don't leave me behind
i cannot swim
then she laughs in the veil
the cuss words and the pity
oh lord speak to thee
oh lord find a way
here on the everlasting plantation
the dealer she knows

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