Discussion in 'Games' started by latexbound, Jul 28, 2018.
but manic laughter
Could be heard
beneath the bass
Thumping in his
bones and ears
And deepened sighs
reverberated like a
loose screw in
A Tin cup
"My poor head,"
Hurts from being
assailed by noise
that makes angels
Whimper... my my
Once I had
Slave who did
nothing but write
his name incorrectly
A little game
they played was
In my brain
which consisted of
traveling down snakes
With reptiles abounding
Draining the swamp