Strangle Micheals Poem by chris bowen
Strangle Micheals
ride summer sun.ride till the day is done.did you kill your fill? cancer ate at the mill.a pill to swallow to not fill hollow.jesus at the gallows did not swallow right.he left death comma tight.the nights the night and i wont fight.i sit up a sight to see delight.me night, me good, a summer would.i should see the angle.i watched bret micheals strangle.it was good.he wish he would.
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