Bills come and go but love is forever
and forget the small people, never!
Drive into town just to get the supplies
and don’t talk till you see the whites of their eyes.
Speak softly but know to whom you address
or you could end up in a bloody mess..
Indians on the highway bleeding
but maybe a mental picture is what your needing.
Dripping with cold swear and fear
onto the things that you hold most dear.

09/05/2003

Author's Note: I wrote this in small homage to Mr. Morrison from the doors... how the minds eye flashes those mental pictures before you die...

Posted on 09/05/2003
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