I reckon tonight I wholed all the tears in Australia <br />No wonder there’s a drought somewhere <br />for the salt seeped through every river, each creek <br />and into my head desalination has spread <br />but I am dry of haemorrhage, externally bled..<br /><br />pssive w nker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-head-of-wrought/
