Wednesday, April 27, 2011
irreverent musings
Blistered by the burning
Of being left behind
I’m reminded of what it was
To be young
I haven’t given up the ghost
Nor am I the sacred host
That doesn’t mean
They shouldn’t eat me
Of being left behind
I’m reminded of what it was
To be young
I haven’t given up the ghost
Nor am I the sacred host
That doesn’t mean
They shouldn’t eat me
