The Morning After

December 21, 2010
Inside, the leaky faucet drips
Bloody drops from rusted lips
Its steady weeping never slows
As it corrodes just like your moral code

The bleary sun blinks its eyes
And looks for footholds in the sky
Last night's storm has drowned the dew
Now the worms are washed up, just like you

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