aron blesch

Ol' Jack - Poem by aron blesch

What a Lousy World It Is
(What Vermin We've Become)

When we played guitar ol' Jack,
it seemed your favorite tune.

''It will all end without us, ''
I'd hear you warble on.

Exposed in drunken bliss,
you were deathly you.

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  • Rajaram Ramachandran (3/21/2007 11:05:00 PM)

    A guitar behind drunken deathly dance (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 15, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 2, 2011

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