munkinhead
09-29-2010, 12:28 PM
This span of years
is closing now,
I've feasted on
the sacred cow.
Every insult
has reigned down,
as vomit from
besotted crown.
I searched in vain
for noble bliss,
and here I sit
in my own piss.
The end is near,
I smell it now,
I'd hoped for
one more taste of cow.
is closing now,
I've feasted on
the sacred cow.
Every insult
has reigned down,
as vomit from
besotted crown.
I searched in vain
for noble bliss,
and here I sit
in my own piss.
The end is near,
I smell it now,
I'd hoped for
one more taste of cow.