Quatrain of Angel Dust
Angel Dust - lies, all lies
Use a Whip on thy back of
warts and snails, as long
as no blood
runs,
Castigate creativity when
its ugly head comes through
the barrel of
guns,
Tow the Masters call when
spit and angel dust are
used to wash away
truth,
For unto thee, no sin of life
is worse than searching
for the fountain of
youth.
Yorktown Disciple
2004
Order # 1958
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