Into the Murk

Into the Murk

The money
& flowers
in you

All washed
away

Into the
drain

You thrust
your hand

All you
get is
Murk

Thinkin about
the all new
Merc’s

And the
cool blue
Cadillac

With the
golden frills

Fallin on
the arms

Won’t do
no good
to you

You must
beat the
brain

For a
new day
tomorrow

The rest
history

You vanish
into the
darkness of
moon

Caution: This might be all theory

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