We clipped the
Tail and he does not
Forget
And cut his claws to kitchen feet
Here is a mark of my legless
Interest
A living lump collar and keep
Will it hold your hand
Will it hold your hand
Feel the wounds that I have
Feel the wounds that I have
We cut the claws and he does not
Forget
The simplest unmuzzled way
Now he is backless and human
Instead
No common tongue or thing to say
We split the litter and he does not
Forget
Sleeping in piles and nuzzling
Once we decided which creature to
Get
His useless mother she did
Nothing
Will it hold you hand
Will it hold you hand
Feel the wounds that I have
Feel the wounds that I have
All of you
All of you eat
All of you
I feast alone
I feast alone
I feast alone
All of you
All of you eat
All of you
I feast alone
I feast alone
I feast alone
He's at the bottom os
He's at the bottom os
He's at the bottom os
He's at the bottom os
Tips the bowl
Tips the bowl
Tips the bowl
Tips the bowl
He's at the bottom os
He's at the bottom os
He's at the bottom os
He's at the bottom os
Tips the bowl
Tips the bowl
Tips the bowl
Tips the bowl
He tips the bowl over
He tips the bowl over
He tips the bowl over
He tips the bowl over
And the pat hand could convey
Nothing
And likewise the lick is not love
Bonedigger - Adult Jazz编辑于2021/04/17更新