Steal the Crumbs
Wednesday, September 22nd, 2010
A worn out joke to keep the flies away
Carried it this far
Got the west side winds to keep it steady
We bury the hatchets we find
Could carry that heavy load
If I really thought it would matter
Farcical hair appears
As a blind side, clean the slate
Working in the halls of shame
Lay it down in full view
Lay it down





























































