Sheldon Carruthers (25/2/73 / Romford)
Poems by Sheldon Carruthers : 22 / 20
Last dance
I need a gun to blow my brains out
A knife to slit my throat
A noose to tie around my neck but then I'd need some rope
Some pills to swallow down me
An exhaust pipe to blow out smoke
A building to jump off of
At least one fine way to croke
Sheldon Carruthers
Submitted: Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Poems by Sheldon Carruthers : 22 / 20
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