It’s All In Your Head
Hounding the crazy thoughts that hang by the door every morning Greeting the wick image in the mirror Say hello to the lunatic next door Stare straight ahead, long enough to
09/06/2012
Poetry
By: Jo Vi
The wages of sin are death, but by the time taxes are taken out, it’s just sort of a tired feeling.
The wages of sin are death, but by the time taxes are taken out, it’s just sort of a tired feeling.