Your Cup Runneth Over At My Expense Poem by Patrick Tincher
Your Cup Runneth Over At My Expense
My heart bleeds no more
It has been wrung dry
The last dropp sent in a tumbling plummet
Splashing into your silver chalice
Causing a cascade of life
Right onto your glistening lips waiting for the last drop
You were meant to be my Ankh my sign of life
Instead you are a jackal-headed man snapping snarling leading me to judgment
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
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