Keroac says ‘pretty girls make graves’
Snapping his neck back to stare
Should have been more concerned
With whiskey and liver failure
Pretty girls make graves
Poets take lives and write them down
Spell them out in cigarette smoke
And empty bottles
Those urgent napkins littered with lines
About Dharma bums balled up and thrown out
With all the pretty girls who fell for
Pretty lines about death
So Jacky boy tell me did they dig your grave
between their legs
who was whispering to whom
in that dark room, in every city in America
in every late night supermarket
next to the avocados
while the pretty boys stared you down
it was the girls that frowned on your tomatoes
told you ‘you’re going to drown’
~Me
I'm kinda Meh about this one
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