Sunday, July 8, 2012

Secret Stash

God Bless you as you sneeze
I've got a thief's disease
I'll have you buckling at the knees
Just say the magic words, please

Release me from your grasp
Oh how I adore your voice of rasp
Come on pass me that hash
I know you've got a secret stash

Inured by this heat
And the crippling words of defeat
Just like I met my dealer in the street
I am sewn shut just like a box pleat

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