Last of My Promenade Days
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From the neck down
A heart beats behind
an otherwise dead chest.
Tears break free the face
dotting a wrinkled velveteen vest.
From the neck down

You'd perversely chime:
Let's take a drive out
to the county line;
you know we may as just
For the only quiv'ring thighs
for outcasts like us border
the outskirts
(and even there we'll be lucky if we find Her)'

Through the dreary pines,
I soaked the schnapps on your breath
And the herbal smoke on Seth's
With a rig truck fantastically approaching,
my head in my hands did I rest

|~|

I alone hold the blame
For all the scars on your face,
and now you'll simply NEVER get a date.
(.such a shame.)
But who will push my wheelchair??
it ought to be you; YOU put me there

|~|

From the neck down
I'm no more dead than the rest --
But from the neck up
('that hair, those eyes!')
I pose a malevolent threat