Living Off Royalties

Yadda yadda yeah we start it again now A bloated poet by a gurgling pool’s how Turning pages of a collage called “Bough Down” by Karen Green The closest thing to an immortal now living Absurdity in the rags unforgiving A self thought known but the pills stripped away Left nothing but a husk in decay But so like not to mention the rescue dogs Give me any reason to hang on Death is not the end Yadda yadda yadda yadda Yadda yadda yadda yadda