they will stick you in the ground like a dog
i know you are going back to jail
and that is where you will die
they will remember you
and someone will put a shive in your guts
and there is not a damned thing i can do
i see your face
that big mitt full of beard and smile
i see you kissing tammy
i see you on the ground with your blood flowing
it rips my fucking guts out
you belong on the street
and now you are going back
they'll rip you apart
and then stick you in the ground like a dog
and no one will hear about it
the papers won't notice
they won't catch the guy that does it
there will just be tammy
waiting
and me
remembering
and you
dust to dust
ashes to ashes
Copyright © michael dennis / Ordinary Press 1982
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