and so they writhe <br />in their pathetic <br />affliction. <br />giving money to the greedy <br />bartenders. <br />singing to the night <br />like howling wolves: <br />'oh moon, <br />please come down <br />to rape me! '<br /><br />Jonny Brackney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bad-romance-2/
