Party Favors
- Trip
- Jun 2, 2017
- 1 min read
Input determines output.
This
Is a bold faced lie.
You
Put many
things in me.
Never flowers.
Never confetti.
Never love.
I absorbed
All your
Needful hate & power.
When my days
Are over.
It won't
Be the traces
Of you
That drip
From dead dog eyes.
Party favors
Will burst
From my skull.
My lips
A knowing smile.
~Trip
