Killed Dead In The Mourning

Lung pierced with fungi of living mucus
Heart torn pumping from the great cavity of love
Brains dripping like melted butter waiting for the egg

If only you had been true and faithful
If only I had been true and faithful
If only we had, but hell we never had

Stomp stuff stick and wonder
Who next my darling
Who next

Simply the best for you is not enough
Simply the worst for me is not enough
For we were made for this

Stuffing in a turkey
Liver and onions
Pork and beans

Isn't life grand
Isn't love wonderful

Hugs and kisses always...

Robert Hayden Pursell
30 August 2004

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