Justeatin-Aburrito

Sure-win Will I am. My name is Will and I'm A sure win When it comes to covering The world In pain. I'll pain You And you And you In a black and white Photograph you can't Escape. I'll cover the siding, Shingles, Floors, Doors, Walls and ceilings, As well as the furniture And appliances within. I'll pain the flowers, Trees, Lawns, And Walks, From neighbor To neighbor And lastly the road On my way out To the next town Until I've covered them all. I'll pain the woods, Forests, and timbers, The lakes, Streams, And rivers, And all the inhabitants, Furry, Finned, And feathered. I'll pain the farmers And their fields of

Roadside Cemetery, Beer can flowers And garbage bag reeths, Wrapped around home made crosses blowing in the wind, Everyone remembers The news story: 10 DEAD. John and Jean, just married, On their way home From their honeymoon In cancun. Nurse Denise, 45 minutes past A double shift From cleaning up Earl Who left his body In the bed. Andrew and Kayla, High-school Sweethearts Practicing one and only. Husband and wife And daughter and son And one on the way, For pizza to celebrate The homecoming win. Don't forget The one in ICU wishing he was Number 11,11. Praying to God that His heart racing Like the dashes In the road W

Elevator 11 To the 11th floor To meet the irrelevant elephant, Dumbo, For some more. It doesn't matter Who you ruin, Mister or madame, As long as you ruin Who matters. Alice IS the Hatter. Only by doing Can you get done What you need to do, To meet your maker To make into meat For the Stupid-stew. Only by going Can you get gone To where you need to go, To Never-Neverland of Oz The mortician To get the anatomy That the Pirates stole, Be it your heart Or your brain Or your soul, While Peter Panhandles For his shadow. Obsessive compulsive cleanliness Is Oppressive Repulsive Godliness, And If we can press on the pulse