Dead Leg

My leg is dead

With nothing going on in my head

Rest in motels

After picking up sea shells.

We ride so Valiently

Galloping horses

And their riders at night!

Stuck the butcher

With my bloody knife.

Then I slit his brothers throat

Floating ballons

Coming from IT.

Beep beep Richie!!!

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