Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Day 347/366

Tangled up in electric poles
She played till her brains did explode,
The stench of human flesh in the air,
As the speed of rotting grew.
The decomposers started their part in the process,
Doing what they do best,
The onlookers thought, some tried it once,
In peace may their fucked up souls rest!

1 comment:

  1. dont write did explode instead of exploded or did work instead of worked just for the sake of the poem, please never..,

    work your way around in order to save yourself that choice