It's Hot In The Poor Places Tonight...

[wessy_poo]

My Voice Is Climbing Walls, smoking and I want love.

I'm tired of all the bigots and liars.
It's lonely here, in the cold.
I want someone to love.

P.S.
That wasn't bad poetry, just fractured rambling.

Comments

[into_the_white]

Your whore, she claws at the closet. Should I let her out?

[coldhardalex]

I think you're keen, Wes. And I always will.