Stu Robinson

I Don'T Suppose

I don't suppose that you've ever took part,
In a rave of suspicion that sounded alarms,
And swam through a circus of syrupy stealth,
That clings to your bones as it soaks up your health,

I wouldn't imagine there's anything worse,
Than a bald headed child laid asleep in a hearse,
Wrapped in a shroud of at least one in four,
While he closes his windows to open a door,

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