Socrates
by bogdantiganov
Posted: Thursday, July 1, 2004 Word Count: 45 |
he kissed my hand after the cigarette
and told me how they’d blinded him
there was nothing but alcohol and nicotine
a corporate world around us
well they’ve blinded me too
shot through my brain
he kissed my hand
not all Londoners are cold
hitmen
and told me how they’d blinded him
there was nothing but alcohol and nicotine
a corporate world around us
well they’ve blinded me too
shot through my brain
he kissed my hand
not all Londoners are cold
hitmen