If It Wasn’t All Lies

Buddy’s sniffer didn’t work good

But he snarffed some’n bad

In his neighborhood.

Shiny as shit

It looked alright.

But oh, the smell of death

Lingered through the night.

And yet, there wasn’t fright.

No pussies taking flight.

They laughed it off.

Like laughter bought

Another day of life

Even if their plight

Was created by heroic scoundrels.

Barry Williams http://barry-williams.com/blog

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

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