128. Salvate

Unlucky you
You've failed in obtuse
Wisdom......
And you wear your luck
Like an elevated Truck.
All in your body!

The soberness is a pact
You better clean up yer act
Salvation.....
Is only a whistle away
You better keep opposed another day
Boo Hoo
How I'd hate to be you.

Yer lucks ran dry
You can't cry
You salvate
For another day
It won't
Go away.
Why don't you
Go away?
You won't listen to
A thing I say.

You can't deny the infatuation
You can deny the pact
Your arse is dry
It's so tense and relaxed.
I can't get in
You're too fucking thin
I'd like to get in there
You're the size of a rare hare.

Yer lucks ran dry
You can't cry
You salvate
For another day
It won't
Go away.
Why don't you
Go away?
You won't listen to
A thing I say.