03-17-2024, 03:26 PM
Four months after the first joint your friend stole from his sister
coughed the evening tobagganing down truckers hill crisp,
your mother insists you are not Bob Dylan
and a cut is absolutely necessary.
She tells the barber you're fit for the military
and the clippers thrum like boots
marching down a protest.
coughed the evening tobagganing down truckers hill crisp,
your mother insists you are not Bob Dylan
and a cut is absolutely necessary.
She tells the barber you're fit for the military
and the clippers thrum like boots
marching down a protest.