The Six Legged Horse Can’t Dance Any Better Than A Four Legged One

By 10heads

by 10heads

the quicksand that caves in my chest
gives life in my death
the sweet mango grains fill lungs with involuntary smiles
I have the pleasure of my last meal being desert for dessert
my heart beats to the rhythm of the feet of my tribesman ancestors
the night before pillage takes the village
the gods have replaced Visine with Hennessy and banned the word 'sober'
so I'm in trouble again
and a motherfucker earned it
but does he deserve it
not much matters since the transtemporal DJ stopped the music
my tongue is all out of left feet

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