Good Times Poem by Roger Pratz
Good Times
Crumpled to the floor
Bleached blood doors
Too much a time
Rings beyond pale
Two times a charmer
And away with your luck
Watching lights come
Too messesd up
It's okay now as far as I know
Doors a fallin' beneath summer tow
Could I have another shower please
I need ten more to kill disease
I didn't know it was here
lying so discreetly
high off battery acid
motionless and mangled
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