Friday 28 January 2011

A way of saying what you mean....

...without saying it

The mask's slipped.
   Slid down and
                            wont fit anymore.

The foundations shake.

Let the cat
                   out of the bag
and
                   into the box, but

          things are decaying.

The poison seeps through and
kills you,
                      Pet.

Till all you're left with
                                     is
                                        bones
and moth-eaten fur that's
never going
                   to keep nobody warm.

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