Breakfast Teaser

[mort_chud]

It swings from the trees, back and forth, with the breeze,
and the little white maggots are friendly up there.
Down below on the ground starving dogs sit and stare
at the ripe, bloated corpse hanging high in the air
and they dream of the feast, out of reach, yet so near.

-mort-chud-

Comments

[xxmort_subitexx]

you got a number i can get a hold of you at these days or what?
M.

[mort_chud]

yeah yeah boyeeeeeeeee. i be liverin it up at dan-e's houze these days. dance party every friday, freaky. it grows on you like mold.