GoatsA Poem by Baby RicochetBased on something I did and shouldn't have.
Goat skull splinters open
Brains fly like after burner mist Tangled in razor blade wires I was to close to miss Tar shack outhouse mascarade The Commandant's icey stare What were we doing in this place Did anyone even care © 2013 Baby RicochetAuthor's Note
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17 Reviews Added on January 3, 2013 Last Updated on January 3, 2013 AuthorBaby RicochetTampa, FLAboutI write just for the hell of it A way to spend some time Blurting out in cyber space Whatever's on my mind Maybe funny maybe tragic Emotional and raw Politi.. more.. |

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