The calls from a lunatic God Scream from the poets page This - his mackerel brain- In blistering blasts, Resonates out a switched refrain But leaves...
Country death song By AD Hunt There was a time, not long ago, When the world was fairly young We drank our coke and had a smoke And welcomed everyone...
“…Blood-shot, your eyes drop, And the skin's all wearin' thin. There's no one here to tell you 'bout the depth of the water, Or the trouble that you'...