BUSTED my lip, and turned my tears <br />into blood, flipped a coin into the <br /> sky, and the funny part, it didnt come <br />back down, i guess the clouds stole <br />it, or a ghost from my past, and the <br />streetwalkers, and racketeers, and <br />angels, and the privilege, stand up to <br />sing, the problem, every one forgot the <br />words....<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/busted-my-lip/
