[Mr. J]

Our lives intertwined as the vines to the vineyard.
simpler times for a simple mind raised in the winter
full grown domestication sitting at a full course dinner.
heart on the sleeve of this morose sinner...
patience growing thinner as the arm packs the furnace.
trophy wife, best friends with a well known taxidermist
alcoholic tendencies with a mind thats trapped with verses.
God forgives, as long as you confess that perversion...
spilled milk on stained carpet mixing with tear ducts
drinks made for two as yours is hitting where your ear was.
as the frame shatters so does the picture we paint
floorboards that bang & become littered with hate.
decency disappears while our embarrassment withers away
my gift at birth proceeds to work leaving your innards defaced
my diction is praised in awe, the art of a godly figure...
imagine how you benefit from this friendship....catching bodies...