the hogs roll in
the hogs roll out
they turn their brains inside out
trying to figure out
if the wings I have on are cause I'm a pilot
or a devil
or an angel. yes, I'm an angel I promptly reply. you but
to do and die, not much older than me or him, jesus.
he walks. I flie. grindstone, bye bye.
baby bye bye.
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You the pilot, dude.
ReplyDeleteDon't forget to fly that flag.