Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...DEATHTRAP.
*dedicato, Dave Adamson. Irish Poet.
Just HOW it worked Out. Some Songs. Nobody-s Kissin. Just Cheek to check, Mascara on NOSE. Everybody smells death, the Victim, NO LO SO. Italiano, Englessi, POUR LA MERIT. The Jew Boy, down South for CIVIL RIGHTS, 4 DEAd in OHIO, Cannon fodder, Vietnam, Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, PLACES u DONT WANNA GO.
jUST how IT WORKED out with U and Me. Like KING HEROD my skin is crawling with BUGS. FANKULA111 FANKULA! The Doctor at my Pharmacia, she was gonna BE my next BIG DATE....NO Rock ^ Roll, kiddoes, this side of Fate.
Lucky if I get a Generic Prescription, that is, if I should bother to Ask.
Just how it worked out. Happy Meals for Shell Shocked. At the Factory Veterans Hospital. It-s SOOO Peace and QUIET!!! ...Like missing a Limb or missing a Life, DOG TAG I.D., blood smeared.
Just how it worked OUT on a Saturday Night. Somebody else-s Song. Nobody-s kissin, not EVEN cheek to cheek. Mascara on NOSE, any which WAY it BLOWS. And I know, THIS is a Bad way to say Hello..... PLEASE dropkick Me through the Goalposts of Life!... Please UnderSTand I-m in a Deathtrap.
c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicily.
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