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Apr 07, 2009
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Crusty Cliche's
I want to swing for the fences
smell like a rose
but like other Sad Sacks
my pipes are rusty
I am the bent hangar in the closet
remove my blinder's
and the blunt truth zeros in
I am the short stop
catching the line drive
only to get rid of it.... too late
Can't catch me
I'm missing the bases
running in circles
smelling my own shit
smell like a rose
but like other Sad Sacks
my pipes are rusty
I am the bent hangar in the closet
remove my blinder's
and the blunt truth zeros in
I am the short stop
catching the line drive
only to get rid of it.... too late
Can't catch me
I'm missing the bases
running in circles
smelling my own shit
— themoonman, Apr 07, 2009
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Critiques
Geezer
17 years 2 months ago
crusty
themoonman
17 years 2 months ago
Hi gee...
sha_onarainyday
17 years 2 months ago
this, to me, is a series of
themoonman
17 years 2 months ago
sha...
Proprietress o…
17 years 2 months ago
my dear Moonman,
themoonman
17 years 2 months ago
Hi Kata...
prayersbyPatty
17 years 2 months ago
Moon
themoonman
17 years 2 months ago
Reaching
themoonman
17 years 2 months ago
Double D's...
Bosscombat
17 years 2 months ago
moonman!
themoonman
17 years 2 months ago
Boss...
infinite_dwarf
17 years 2 months ago
Poor Moonie....
themoonman
17 years 2 months ago
Hi Jess...
Tonya
17 years 2 months ago
It does sound like a bad day
themoonman
17 years 2 months ago
Tonya...
Linda Moses
17 years 1 month ago
Richard
themoonman
17 years 1 month ago
Hi Linda...
Anonymous1491
17 years 1 month ago
Loved the poem!SOI sat down
themoonman
17 years 1 month ago
Anonymous...
Janice Pearce
17 years 1 month ago
Crusty Cliche's