February 2009

Steady, Pt. 8

Swiftly flooding corridors closing all escapes.

Lean your head back,

It’ll clear your system,

Drop by drop with a bit of a burn.

Poison Control will take the lead, but only if you call on them.

Call on them!

Put your thumb and your forefinger together and whistle.

Whistle if your throat isn’t parched and cracked,

Or if life hasn’t sucked it dry.

Living for two.

Two in one.

Steal one buy one free.

It’ll be another hour before I stop breathing.