a hard one

i hold a gun

i am no one

on my belly i cross the ground

to watch the snake eat its tongue

i hold a gun

i pray for the war to be done

for a whale to come along

and wash up upon

my bellly

i hold a gun

i pray for the war to be done

for a waitress to come along

witha sundae uv strawberries on a platter with legs

and french fries and curly  blond hair

like maryln monroe

and a house where i can sleep and rest my feet

and a long lawn where i can mow the memories

uv my gun

a long lawn where i can mow the memories

uv my gun

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