Bet your eyes you’re a broke law onions and bread born fine
born
late whait in the reeds peels your face and wears it
for a crown
walk into my mouth and tongue marsh’s
mine enemy my enemy
my enemy my trick bird shoulder wing one
leg fine gentle dead
water laps upon the edge temptation
open what’s shut trick bird
enemy my enemy my enemy my
screamers luck old faced baby our
cocaine years trick bird
just yours and mine enemy my enemy my enemy my
enemy my
enemy my enemy