High Lice

I wear my noose like a necklace.

So yea like obviously I’m reckless.

Can’t fit me in like Tetris.

Ain’t no preacher praying god bless this.

When I finally make it to hell.

I’ll know bliss for the spell.

I sat on the thrown.

In my heavenly dwelling.

The cell of god willing.

No telling.

Just spelling.

Cause I’m choking on the chain you noticed.

Instead of me.

Before knowing to be noticed at all is worth the price of this all just barely. Lice is at the very least hopefully a Social Disease. Loner’s don’t often have the privilege of running into. So got that going for me.

signed ONO One knight only NoNo YOLO thank you for the Goodnights Ferlinghetti CITY LIGHTS BOOKSTORE