terça-feira, 25 de setembro de 2012

The one about the hat.

The jokes and claps.
The badtaste smacks-
from lips, from hits, from
Your personal hell´s own pits.
Under it all protected you may feel.
Hot and sweaty brain swells-
Skin reddens and peels.
How´d you look without that goofy hat?
The one about your head
and the problem it had choosing-
the round upside down vessel
that covers that little tuft left.

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