Judy

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just another pop song - minus the pop.

Submitted: March 08, 2007

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Awful, so awful

A blanket and a basket,

But your sorrow, is soulful

And bitten by a dog

You know you're coming round, you know you're going down,

So take all you're gold and silver string

And tie me up in Angel wings.

Trying, so quietly,

Broken by your fall

While I'm silly, and ashamed

Of make-up in it's box

Judy's coming round, Judy's coming round

So take away your Mother's sins

And wish away you endless days

Where I'm gonna hold you

Underwater

And suck your silky breath

From right underneath you

'Til I choke on it

Take your time to die,

It's easier to try

But take your time so I,

Can dry my teary eyes.


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