For the Old World - Mega Bog

Ernie hit the valley too hard

Left her knock-kneed on a belly in car

Oily ivy left the skin for the old world

As death goes on walking

How can’t you keep it in

Your conversation, child

Hit send another picture of milk

Arched body lies waiting

A seven minute walk down the hill

Speak no other amateur

Laughs keeps on baiting us all

In a desperate hour

It’s not always listenable

But trust me

There’s a bat in you, too

As the ice splits the glass mouth

What’s that shape mean to you

It’s the air of a living one

Complains

The blue of truth

Left me badder

Thigh swollen

Because I asked you for it

My eyes roll back listening to water run in another room

There when Sharky slept on my shoulder

For her, I could make it clear

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