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The Tit of a Witch
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I'm waving the flag of carrots
 1
on a pastor's stolen lawn.
 2
I'm thinkin about the parents
 3
of my friends all dead'n gone.
 4
They're horrified and locked inside
 5
and even the sky is gone
 6
I'm thinkin about the fun they had
 7
before th girl was mom.
 8
 
 
The river is moving heavily
 9
in the wrinkles of my brain.
 10
The women don't move me tenderly
 11
they just think that I'm insane.
 12
They're studious and guilty
 13
of the nights when they were stewed.
 14
And I'm th' one drinkin heartily
 15
in an idiot's saloon.
 16
 
 
Th platinum hyporisy
 17
of college-hungry cows
 18
does kick me in the lower back
 19
and move me to a bow.
 20
I kiss their shoes and drink their booze
 21
and put on a circus show.
 22
They slip me some amphetamines,
 23
they use me dry I know.
 24
 
 
A tooth in the mouth
 25
won't move with you
 26
when its nailed to a board
 27
you lose your tooth.
 28
Religion will come
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when you outgrow your shoes
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and you'll suck on the tit
 31
of a witch.
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15 Dec 08

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Bump.  Worth another look
 — Haxxen

yes. definetely.

nice rack.
 — DeformedLion

Good Lord

the tit is gonna take some time to place in the rest of the poem
 — ash_toddler

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