Drywall

Bug Roadkill
Nov 8, 2020

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A poem By Bug

Does the drywall rot under the paint?

Do the holes go deeper than the the walls?

Do cookie cutters have demons, not saints?

Theres at least one in them all.

Takes only a year to crumble

Till the damp sets in

Make a mansion seem humble

When the home shows the sin.

Do the walls feel the holes punched through

Do the paintings not know what to do

Do the lights want to hide it too.

We can only guess if the furniture ever knew.

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Bug Roadkill
Bug Roadkill

Written by Bug Roadkill

Just an asshole writing a poem or two to pass the time.

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