Blue Skies, Sun Shining, Cold Beer (Helpless)

Witches, Bitches, Bastards,
Witches, Bitches, Bastards,
Witches, Bitches, Bastards,
Witches, Bitches, Bastards,
Descending, Slipping aware and scared
into a murky pool of truth and feeling
where metaphor is wanting and foot-holds scarce
Beethoven fits.Epilepsy. Gangrene. Ebola, Sicks
Me Out of the game. Within I am out. Outs done within.
Clouds blow by chased by trains rhythmically. WBB

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