I may be going senile, but I dont think I put this up…
It’s just a little something I made whilst bored one night… but i quite like it.
Pigeon Killer
I am the pigeon killer, I am the tear of sweat,
The chicken seed, The sprouting bees
That float like cinders piercing leaves.
Ill be your skirt and hug your knees,
Just wait, my limes are turning.
