crook teeth jaws, inset with gold, laughter ringing off the walls, in inadequate hurdles. times in reverse, it’s in reverse now doll, and i’m sorry for these heartless words ricocheting in recoil. im always full of dollar-bags, pockets chiming with change, just another strap of dead leather or a sorry rusted chain, if were all meant to sparkle then why can’t i ever wash clean, i’ve had it with these worn out bars and dirty old sheets; for a king.
