
My twiddle is foggy.
My drumming offbeat.
I’m chocked full of prednisone,
My ticks incomplete.
Oh, what butchery Benadryl can do to a skewed poet and its crooked mind.
Until tomorrow…
Poison Ivy
My twiddle is foggy.
My drumming offbeat.
I’m chocked full of prednisone,
My ticks incomplete.
Oh, what butchery Benadryl can do to a skewed poet and its crooked mind.
Until tomorrow…
Poison Ivy