In the Carnival of Wicked Thinkers
by G David Schwartz
In the carnival of wicked thinkers
No one knows my name
And that I s just good for me
To know not a shred of shame
In the class room of heavy drinkers
I spent some time among
The women of heavy eyelashes
Drinking back their sins with run
And out of the paranoid tear drops
Landing on my chest
I thought of you, my angel
As if giving you some rest
volume 10(6)
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G David Schwartz, all rights reserved.
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